Aye Yo
I swear..
That my mind's been spinning
Around and Around
Like my head's literally
On.,
the Ceiling
So you should already know..
That I'm not a big fan of
Windmills or Pinwheels
But my thoughts are mainly
Off., the scene
Man.. I rather stay chill like them
Crimson Trees, so much like
the Breeze
I'm just Chill'n
But it's not a cool feeling just
standing around with both feet on
the ground, while suddenly having this..
Cruel Feeling
That Life
Is not a CRUISE
( Nope )
There's no
Smooth Sailing
But my tendencies are itching
For me to be E-
vasive
But yet trouble and I still met
NEVERTHELESS.. And I could only
guess.. it was because
We were both being
TENACIOUS!!
But in this world where we both live
is really not that
Spacious
Which kinda feels like I'm trapped
within a Dungeon
( Or maybe )
Some kind of creeped out
Basement
But now it's all Eyes on me
( See ) How I got the whole
world peeping and in A-
mazement
But to them, I'm just another
HEAD CASE
As I speak, on what they said
( Like ) Yeah
He's apparently
Off his MEDS!!
Yep..
As I turned to
Face them
That's why I consider them each
to be my enemy now
Because I'm seeing
Three or Four
Hundred more now
And they're all
[[ " RATTLING
MY CAGES!! " ]]
And it's so much so
That I just imagine them all
On stone walls..
As being FACELESS!!
And I've been living and thinking
this way.. ever since
But the suspense is killing me more
( Although ) Vandal be.. my Alias
Which is a cruel art to pitch
But still..
I must DEFACE THEM!!
So as of now..
I couldn't care less about this mess
that I've been left with
Or should I say
Cursed?
Or better yet..
For the lack of a better word
I've been hit with
the TRUTH
Which was never heard
But right now?
I am not the one to be
Messed with
For I have PTSD
To the MAX!!
Or either Or
I have just been tagged from
here on and so on and so on
And further more..
As just another
Insane Poet ( slash ) Prophet with a
HIT LIST
I am not a Ceiling Fan ( I am not crazy )
Crimson Trees ( Fall season )