I have some words left unsaid
though I feel like there ment to be,
I see the light
and I know you dont remember me
But I come here to say, that I love you so.

Sweet Chassity
Sweet Chassity,

I've tried to fight it
but I know it wasn't feelings
and I know I tried to hide it
but I know I only see it

Sweet Chassidy
Sweet Chassidy,

I tried to fight it
but I know its killing me
My love for you,
my love for you,
Sweet Chassidy.

Fresh like a breeze along the beaches of caribbean seas,
squeezed orange juice on early mornings in champagne glasses.
Fresh like a bald cut on a Marine, Navy seal
or even the old man down the block keeping it real.
Fresh like a baby in a womb, car smell, new perfume, dorm rooms,
or anything that seems cool.
Fresh like a new pair of J's,
or even a basketball player even better than Kobe when he plays.
Fresh like a girl opening her legs for feelings of *******
or even teenagers using proactive for there pores.
Fresh like tired of saying fresh like
I'm the best right, lyrical lights
infested blood, Z Type.

I know its wack but I try my best,
to even contest with poetry,
complexed not even a inch of talent flowing in me.
My enemies telling me that its real
still there scrolls are sealed,
lying to keep my lips sealed.
They laugh behind my back
giving false facts, about me laying down wax
to keep my rhymes charged to the max.
Instead I walk on tacks bare foot open toes
its a lie to tell the truth why should I even appose.
I received a broken nose mentally
foreseeing scripts critically
AM I FRESH I GUESS NOT.
More of a plot to leave me blind,
terrorist worst then Sadam
aligned  to lock my mind
I look at myself below divine.

Sail through the seas of passion,
Exotic love actions are everlasting with a intimate touch.
Its far from immorality or lust,
for each other we trust,
our senses leaves us breathless.
When we kiss our lips create static creating flames,
we both go insane about the crazy *** we've made.
The time has come because of a wedding ring,
looking beyond better things as we reach our final ******.

I walk into a bus and there was a man standing
I sit he turns around farts directly in my face
The smell of course was awfall
But do you know what made it worst
It was the summer time, well for me that day was a curse
Not only was I mad I thought it was inconsiderate
He was old so my first instinct is to respect elders
But that wasn't the case I wanted to give him a one two
For blowing stink bombs in my face I could have died too
Was he eating dead rats or spoiled ravioli
A toxic situation I wouldn't hope apon my enemy
If your loved is in a coma that would be the remedy
I swore I've seen green smoke appear from his ******
Cleared out the entire bus including me the entire section
Yeah thats what I get for taking this mans seat
Wasted a bus fare to toxic gases and being lazy.

Shattered mirrors from levels of hypocrisy,
shes horrified,
the reflections are not hers she tells her conscience.

It makes sense for her loss of self-esteem
out of her mind,
wanting to be more like the ones on T.V. Screens.

She cuts herself to keep from feeling pain
looking at herself in mirrors,
she forgets her own face is the most shame.

So where is Mary running to
a road with constant repeats,
vacancies she shall reap within her mind.

In misty mazes she resists her own soul
controlled by demons,
pale skin shivers from lack of Love may last a lifetime.
A finished maze she comes to face a cliff that’s ends in nothingness

From wars erupting earths core,
we've settled a score only for the heavens and hell to see.
We smother the stench of temptations with potpourri,
only to deceive others stimulating parts of a brain.
Still pardon my slang
Are we using something to rearrange a type of mental suicide arranged,
in order to display portraits of lucid terror?,
Throwing smoke bombs to keep a little order
but even so that's just keeping us ***** for more slaughter.
Like roaches and raid a single spray will cause fragment mutations
a zombie faze shot with steroids and black plagues, just a graze to depict nations,
human infested sanitation able to retaliate government abomination.
A conversation my mind read by Pagans
walking through hallways,
a million rooms perfume and a two headed waitress,
mind binding views,
imitations, crosses, limitations,
serpents, pulpits, fuels lit and shattered creations.

I was wondering if my pictures clear
in heaven I see stairs
visions impaired, living in fear
Dark halls cancels light.

Footsteps I wonder what might happened if they'll aproach me.
Silently moving swiftly through avenues of depression.
Maybe it wasn't heaven in disguise,
it was all lies, let me sleep so these dark hours can pass by.

As I sleep it follows me into a trans
seeing nocturnal images,
aggressively ******* my life away.

Resiting things,
not even of tongues but of possession
my opression is my basic fear
a player and contestant.

Gravity Falls,
Gravity Falls
Paintings of disasters
Maid Dolls, following eyes, Creepiness,
Gravity Falls.

A war within myself is like mental intoxication
I can't think right can someone fly apon me,
So I can even contest with such a spiritual fight
but let me not say things because insight
another demon might just take away what I think is righteous,
Gravity Falls.