Look,

I know I don't talk about my emotions.

but how could I when it still feels like I'm choking.

As a kid I was married to joy but growin' up I kept the relationship open.

but now it feel like that relationship closin'

I don't make a movement but keep going through the motions.

I see spirits in my room they call me schizophrenic.

they feel one touch them they say keep them out my business

like what the fuck is this?

fake friendship, huh

make senses, numb

how come they get mad that I'm alone but won't occupy my soul, snake bitches suck.

They shed they skin, tell me let em in.

and then they strike my heel with venom.

and i don't stomp on they heads out of shock that I'm not in shock and then go back to forgive em'.

what the fuck!

I feel like kindness is weakness.

I been hidin' some demons

wishin' the lions would eat us.

an apocalyptic world is paradise.

at least to me, because I wanna just be me in peace from y'all parasites.

fuck humanity and your hero's in white.

time to empty out, the image, I'm livin', for a century now.

this pen will reach out, like a limb it, has no limit, besides my sense of doubts.

in the center of me , there is a state of penury

self destructive and I kinda love it.

kinda love sick.

damn right now I just realized life means nothin'

fuck it,

Inside I'm hollow.

and every thing insight just followed.

these rhymes are the only time, I have feelings

but right now my , pen is under a celling.

and it's a scary thought

but it's gonna be like this till I'm forgot

or till I remember the reason I originally fought