I'm hanging over the edge
Not dead
Not alive
Not knowing where I'm going
Not there

There's a build up in my system
constant disrupt
It hums us to sleep at night
not to be sweet
but to knot up your insides
with terrible dreams


I recall a bettering
In my days ahead
My body will become resilient
Highly trained to dodge the prodding
And set my sights on the obvious
So what if were all lost
How have we not conjured a way
To live back to basic
Thrive In the wave
That our ancestors made for us
Could you embrace all my layers
I pray your the one who can take me as I am

We're not all there but we are all able
To be fair to be scared and disappear into a thankful
Pain filled angst lull
The curtains wont come down for some time, but that's all part of the sell. If you don't get that then you won't get anywhere, but helped.
So what's the use in cursing circumstance
If its  sure to offer little assurance to your curb serpent dance.
I'm certain of the curtailing of half an earthly chance to catalyst a curse to lift of a pair of perfect hands.
Nail us to every crooked cross.
We deserve a chance to be terse with the boss, the loss, and every ticking clock conscious of it's own fog.
Let it be a cause for something catastrophic.

Each decision were given
every sentence we spit
has been mapping pathways
and to be honest...I'm afraid

I couldnt handle losing
Something so beautiful
Locked
behind our thot chakras
Pupils loosen to
Go all optical
Ilusions
project on screen


and how likely it could be
IT leaves me paranoid
I refuse to be the lepper led
to the poison pit
by somee lovely deceiving mirage

watch it bomb
get up and trek on
can't just let them watch
me rot
Cam, come on,
can't keep stopping

Wake up daily and thank god
I'll always pay homage
to the lot
that taught me this

perpetually in debt
to these lessons
I can't seem to get
cuz I guess Im thick headed

Not all is lost
I know it seems
****** off but there is still
plenty of pretty moments

closing in
freakin focus
or before you lose them

Too much tension
floating about
cranium astounded
now outstretched

goops of grey matter
turn to bubbles
wrap up whats left
of our minds

We are whats left of the tribe
two migrants
relying on bowed branches
to guide us

but there's no dimming
said fire inside us
might have to muster up
whats left of my strength

because its bout to be just me
I can sense the heartbeat depleting...

whyy couldnt you just ******* wing it
to keep it moving?

Leaking sloppy leaflets
in my T.V. dinner
knowledge hardly seeked
means these lessons

are heavy here we are
deemed to repeat em
..................................
as if they aint needed
keep breathing.......deep

breath veterans
catch residual drips
gifted down the latter
from our herritege

Beat
allow sweet vibration
sweep me to such a profound
synch       spiral
through the cortex

Here's a slideshow
of your **** show so far

Beat
allow me to forget
about being human
for 3 minutes
I beg you
can't do this alone
dopamine doesn't seem to get released
as easily
as the lucky loo's


where do I go to meet my teachers
have yours eyes roll back then
pulled into the sediment
please
plug me up where
the soil once slept
so it doesn't tire of me
does the dirt know what it needs?
how did my brain forget to breathe?

I stand alone
opposed
against all odds  
against my world
against my God
I am alive
I coexist
among city-slicks
and dolled up *****
I didn't sign for this
You can miss me with
that "calling me a victim" ****
I don't need your ******* sympathy
because I value  voice and opinions
brewing under a chokehold throat
I was taught to let em know
lay it at em cold
and most will loathe it homie

8 years of keeping the other half intrigued
I found us caves to lay in
and worms to eat
broke my back as I was able to lay
claim to a living space

Took enough
but the debris did damage
that man that was poetic, yet manic
yet perfect in his own context


we sent off letters
but forget em
they are compost
cut from different fog

now they get mocked
in my memories
how could you let your head
**** at your puppet strings

understanding the head
that possessed your grazing deer,
Mr. psychobabble, rambling man,
such shambles of ****

poured from the chest of branded mannequins
how did we get here
intensity livid
at what had become of some shared living
situation
cant ******* believe we let it decay
to a depth

where hate crept in
and we both let it
farewell for we've see
a whole new level of broken..