Here I am tarnished, a blemished soul
searching for anything to complete me, make me whole
What you think really is irrelevant.
We all have relatives that's have closets full of skeletons
Isn't that the right, your excellence
There is no case there is no evidence
How do people keep living on in complete ignorance.
With every experience to
I pray for my own deliverance
If I had other intentions I doubt it would make a difference

Feeling like i am at least a little woke
as well as somewhat exposed
now i at standing here at this crossroad
.Im hallowed, I can't help but to be a cutthroat
I've got problems by the very shitload
teetering on the brink of a psychotic episode
My mind is begining to overload
For me it is just **** late for me to go rogue
Too soon for me to attempt to go ghost.
So as there chaos begins to unfold
I'll be right here, your **** right I am throwed
This story has since been rewrote.
My mental illness still has yet to be Diagnosed.
I am still stuck in beast mode
its possible I think I am about to overdose
Im searching for the antidote
This is some habitat, cozy little cabbage patch, where bad ideas are known to hatch. strapped with gats just so I can cap the Shorts. No brag just fact Attempting to walk out unscathed integrity intact digging myself up like an ancient artifact. In this cataphract chaos I knowingly attract
Spill the secrets that overload your very soul,
Don't let yourself lose all of your self control
Broken vessel, I'm just an empty hull
Can't stand the sounds of these thoughts, I gather until they rattle on around inside my skull...
keep in mind that i'll cut you from ******* appetite,
the flames inside seemed to just ignite
This familiar feeling seems to stir as it also seems to excite
looking in from right outside
as if I were stuck knee deep in my kryptonite
After all the things that had been sacrificed
Dissatisfied by the very changing price
on your host You tend to feed like a parasite
Anger erupting exploding just like dynomite

We roam on like we are all blind, with my very soul I outpour every word that I write
If you want my advice, keep in mind everyday I feel a little less alive'
High at times usually hiding in the shadows of these dark rhymes
An unseen evil remaining hidden behind, the tombstones, in this ancient graveyard of mine
Really was it that big of a surprise to find,
That to shine, I would usually rise
Because when push comes to shove, I have noi choice but to survive

So here I am too numb now to feel the pain
As matter of fact I do not feel anything, so I spit out these pieces of broken luck
Don't get **** twisted though because I still do not give a ****
One day I will rise above smile on my face as I go flying by tragedy has streaked my dark sky but I will stand my ground til the day I die