The Inner Terrorist
The Inner Terrorist. By Drich The Poet. In my ups and downs It comes Confined in my place of solitude I’m a prisoner in myself Seeking salvation every single time I see they want to see it And de-capitalize me for pleasure's sake They call it addiction I call it a terrorist. A terrorist without a weapon. It comes knocking like an ordered Uber Dressed in a camo tank outfits With candies and lollipop for me If I try to hide, where will that be? From the sound of my alarm To the clap of my padlock
