In the end its family friends that matter....
If life is live love laughter....
Than why should these gashes
On my arms come in after.....
Shattered.... Hope's.
But they say I'm dope.
Actually sick and twisted
Liquid sadness.... in a canister...
Drowning beneath cloudy
Skies.
While passing cruiselines
Warn their passengers.....
Smoking on a cigarette
While my uncle slowly
Dies of cancers....
Wandering through
Deadly Hallows.
While my entire family gathers.....
Sorry trying to diss you eminem
Rest in peace to Bruce mathers.....
That's what really matters....
My dad was such a *****
I hated him
But forgot you never had yours...
So I'm stuck in Bruce Wayne manor...
But Alfred's got my back.
You cant be held up in a family tree
When you have just fallen off your branch....

Sorry for the dark ****
might be poetic license.
I've been writing for 3 weeks straight
And unwillingly promoting violence
I've been dark and and filled
With silence
While loud. Evoking riots
Why do I try to be a rocket man
When I haven't mastered rocket science.
I'm not eating much these days
I think the drugs
Are playing mind games
On my sinus.
While I'm emotionally withdrawn
And feeling no semblance of kindness
Why this. **** seeping out my eyelids
So I can be a rapper
You all talk about behind his...
Back and use key phrases
To remind him...
He's unworthy...
I've been trying to have high self esteem
So why do I feel *****.
Its unnerving
Like I'm hurting
And my eyelids need my surgery
*** I can't see
The reason
That my mind is so disturbing
And it hurts me.
I'm lost in purgatory.
With revenge a far off thought.
If I killed myself tomorrow
Would the killer really
Stand the thought of being caught

Mirrors in the hallway.
Reflecting back my nonsense.
Hearing placebo effect.
Or holy **** he's really conscious
While I'm drunk at 6 o'clock
And walking into closets.
It's my ****.
I'll never quit.
Thats Like  ex alcoholics. Giving up their chocolate.
Nonsense.
Like a doctor with a pending lawsuit
Still prescribing oxycontin.
Shout out to Johnny rotten.
And the very **** pistols.
I just bought myself some liquor
And a  ziploc full of crystals...
Stairway up to nowhere
It ain't fair. I'm not the devil
While I let my zeppelin fly
And put some lead into my pencil

This is life in just pretend
I'm in Nintendo screens
And spending credits
On a mental dream.
Virtual *** is cheap
But comes second place quite easily
To the feeling.
When my online shrink
Is messaging.
I hate my spending habits
But these deadly Jean's.
From Ebay user gently green
Are not just ******* wants
Their practically necessity

My partner thinks I'm unfaithful
We brake up
So my side chick gets a text from me
I go on a Facebook rant.
With anger. Angst and energy
At 2 am.
**** Drunk again.
Wake up the next day and check
The messages.
she sent to me...
She Wants my love again.
But if the web has taught me anything.
It's essentially
Impossible
To solve your problems
Without connection fees.
*** love is free
But its 11 bucks a month
To find the other fish in the sea

But hey hey. Babe
Were in a virtual craze.
It's my life. So complex
But it feels easier this way.

leave me be
in my semi transparent serenity"""""
its rare for me to be this honest
and ive found that truth is not the enemy"""""
apparently,
its clean fresh air
good food that just may be the remedy"""""
but instead,
im cooped up here
amidst my scatterbook of memories.""""

love is not the cause
nor is my heart a mighty victor////
ive been living in a void
with my head fit tightly in the *******////
but its me whos got to be
the type to shift ....////
my mortal gaze,,,,,
onto something more
important than the narcotics that I crave ,,,,,

Call me hope.
Before we turn to goblins
Internal monsters.
Rummaging and mustering
Through marshes
In the swamplands.
Talking in demonic
Prophecies
And rocking monstrous
******* mosh pits.
It's a gathering of college kids
With bottles tucked
Amongst the ballsweat.
And the scent of
Problems in my nostrils
Smell like monastary
Organs in this gospel


Run for the record.
I check. Devils
On the daily.
I make impeccable
Choices.
Whisper **** no.
Yes. Or maybe
Till the grave that
Has my name
Is strewn with canadian daisies.
I'll be gladly.
Calling shots
Like chicken pox.
Itch on a baby...
You *******
Chachi looking
Lady
Just try to
Disobey me.
I'll be there to drag
You in the flames
*** hell cant keep
On waiting.
That's the apomorphic nature
Of the
hellions
We been raising
One day their just a baby
Next. Their giving
Helpless old ladies
Rabies.
I said. Hell cant keep
On waiting baby
Break a leg
You ******* ancient *****