Your Old school trashed at a motel 6..
With Burn holes that marked your soul.
Marked for short living.
Covered in cuts and picked at scabs.
Afraid to leave your room with the Loud buzz of 3:43 am silence.
Filled with disgusting thoughts,
but you know its only paranoia.

Piece for a piece you claim unification.
Only stupidity with Scares you won't let heal.
change the life you have got.
Don't look through mirrors of past pains.
Don't stray to far,
from the pressure of reality.
Because Your To stubborn to take advise.
So never quiver in fear With Hands that raised chaos.
You picked this  suffering in this degrading empty shell.
Only guilt will pump through your Cheese cloth  veins.
Untrustworthy skills sown only with pains.
Time to change and Leave your room because loved ones don't know what to do..

My perception is damaged,
With a Rationalized mind,
Only becomes a muse for
the confused.
Watching Scattered thoughts
and blind actions.
Analyzing  the holes I've created
in my young tarnished soul.
Only to find Locked up dirt covered demons,
And  broken prosperous dreams
reside in me.
Down by the river remorse their
rests marked tombstones,
that badly read,
                         "Rest In peace,
                               ******
                    You witty mother fker!"
Its been Personally Witnessed only in silent reflections that heart stopping decisions took me in this direction.
Realizing I'm only fallowing tail lights, that is traveling down the wrong rode. " mark of the beast"route  666

All you can do is lie, on a burnt bridge.  
Had cried never again, but now your off feeling good once again.
Return only to cry in a ball in the bottom of my shower.
Asking for help because truthfully I care.
Voices tell me Forgiveness will come in clarity.
Self love will be true prosperity.
Look up again and understand.
I'm struggling in the same boat too and will never be considered normal again.
only holding fked up stories and looking at the old knife scars on my chest.

Fueling the fire from my past
I Fear today, like its my last.
new Past, old present.
True only to Me with malicious intent.
I know now struggles flipped, Altered, twisted,
while mind fed and lite up will cause more then its worth..
I just don't want to be a man about it and numb all this worth.