to who this may concern.im sorry if my actions seem selfish.im so high above the sky kinda feel like im breathless.never take a lending hand so i feel like im helpless.dying got to be easy cause its this life that you test with.im not the one to mess with.or **** with,***** ***** im heated.eveydays the same **** i dont wont to repeat it.saw war of angels and deamons,and i saw that god was defeated
.now i aint tryna break the dream, if you dont want you believe it.i dont feel no self pitty for my self im not grieving.cause i will never leave this world its just a shell that im leaving.my soul bleeding through the ink.**** what you think.,i am unique.amounts the angel that falling.the devil grows in the hearts of the wicked,thats why these shadows are stalking.we were born within the wound.then rest within the tomb.the darkness sometimes consume.showing worship to the moon.all i know is gloom.**** optimism,**** your religion. whether you a catholic or a christian.we was all born sinners.in this life aint no winners.cause the trophy is death.living life for the money but you dying for less.

illusion....sometimes my mind drifts, to places i dont wanna go.is from ecstasy ,or is it from blow.i fight against a stranger, cause its myself i dont know.exit out the back soul, and enter the black hole.my mind implodes.from thoughts that manifest.try to stay on track but i slowly digress,and repress.all the stress.also recently being eating alive.if i can only get pass maybe place it aside.eve
rybody gotta to die.we all walk a path but every ones different.i hear a voice calling but cant see within the distance.its like my mental played prison.im a slave to myself.or am a slave to him cause im destined for hell.ive seen the skies of angels but only one of them fail.your are no within in my spell.i now have, hexed thee.searching for serenity, when will he bless me.when will i rest,not sleep.cause im talking eternal.if life is just a cycle then im going in circles.its universal.

this weed got me high,dont think ill ever come down.yall use to look like ants,now i dont even see ground.tap dancing on the clouds.**** it doing my number.*****s say they getting paper,i manufactored from lumber.the beast was down under,in a slumber.to be awoken with a savaged hunger.but will my plights be my fall,sometimes a ***** wonder.not from this world but some place other.so take a trip to never land.never will i ever stress,never will i give dam.until you hit the ceiling fan.then you aint high enough.so break it down,and chop it up,sniff a line,and light it up.