People like to try to indentfy why i write like im tired of life but get lost cuz my emotional strife mite ignite a fight once pyrate tries to express how evil villians like chillin spillin memories from days alone inside the school building staring at the ceiling trying to find way to snatch up my demons n killem like shots of penicillin but posessions aint willin to cut me loose from the noose they produce just to try n leave me unable to recoup, lace my boots, aka my Adidas shell toed shoes but i refuse to lose so i choose to release the pressure threw lyrical treasures i pleasure for so when drastic measures attempt to tether till im worn n unweathered like to many winters sporting the same sweater i get better every new letter my bic pen severes so my demonic mental state continues to fade all the way till semi normality takes phase
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 10:07:15 +0000