I USED TO HAVE A WAY WITH WORDS ...
• Written by ShapeShift
I live in subsistence while dying from some sickness,
I’m trying to run with it I’m tired and done with it,
I’m Violent yet Im empathetic so really hurting myself,
Living in city full of chemical smells,,
Entering hell with the keys to the abyss,
Read leviticus always popping ish like the bleeding from a cyst,
Starting to think my existence is malignant,
momma crying cuz she cannot stop the way I’m feeling,,
My days are fleeting on my knees to pray for healing,
Maybe I’m the prey Satan thinks my souls appealing,,
Spending my days living suicidal losing vitals,
all I really need is the bible,
Ending my life looking through the rifle,
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ShapeShift
Member since January 29 2014