Pull my sleeve as I descend, to my cave my holy den.
Comfort me and make me see there's so much more that I can be. 
impetuous brain, inevitably insane.
When i die what will remain.
A hollow shell an empty name , A calling, unavailing to all days.
Take these bricks  tie them suit
The extra weight will help me lose

Watch as I'm pulled to my abyss
The hollow feel of deaths first kiss.
The final breath of life you'll live.
gone with a gasp it goes so quick.
It's over now... i really quit

I hold my breath to stop my lungs and think about what it'd be like to die young.

My skin is black.
Probably blacker than
The hole in my soul.
My hair is natural,
And resistant.
Like young black men
Being arrested by white cops.
My favorite color is black,
Probably because no one hardly
ever likes it.
My skin is black,
And I can't change that.

the same place i used to play with my toy trains i get drunk alone at 230 in the morning
thats a sobering thought