Mouthful of Cavities

Dear, I'm getting rusty and I'm not able to write or scream. My dreams are not more dreams and the demons are knocking me down. My fears get me down again and again, but I'm sure 'One of these days this will die, so will me and so will you'

"...please give me a little more

and I'll push away those baby blues
because one of these dasy this will die
so will me and so will you..."