Not many people can catch my drift, my entire life has been a hard left shift, it's only with a twist that I even still exist. The pain I buried inside, is no longer the only thing I hide.. after being lost in the darkness for so long, I'm more than just a little bit gone. Some might say that I am touched, but I don't think I've been disturbed that much. Just let me try to explain
, I'm only crazy when I go sane. Of course that when I tend to go off chain. and let this world of mine go up im flame. I'm telling you not to cross that line, you don't want to feel this wrath of mine. I can't really describe how I actually feel. Not when nothing even feels real.. I am here right behind the scene, walking around in what feels like some kind of dream.. Yet I don't feel like I'm asleep as I am running with my demons deep..
Theres nothing colder than my soul, whenever I rock this **** bowl . Rocking it steady and slow just so I don't lose control.. If like a speed demon I quickly race away. Then you know that I can no longer hold these monsters at bay. I would run like hell if I were you, because sooner or later evil is going to break clean through. Don't close your eyes or else your very own demise might come as a surprise. Otherwise I will Sympathize as you end up a Sacrifice.
Crushed underneath the pending doom of the end coming way too **** soon, I am in pain, I'm writhing Hell I don't even know how I have been surviving Yet here I am just thriving, with all the chaos that is now arriving.
It's way too late to save myself from the likes of me, can you not see, that I attack internally,, killing from within. It matters not where I am going or even where I have been, the air has been perfumed with the scent of *** and sin. No wonder I have always been so uncomfortable in my own **** skin,.
The pen is usually mightier than the stainless steel blade, just a the wind whispers in its serenade, I have already been laid gently in my grave.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Not many people can catch my drift, my entire life has been a hard left shift, it's only with a twist that I even still exist. The pain I buried inside, is no longer the only thing I hide.. after being lost in the darkness for so long, I'm more than just a little bit gone. Some might say that I am touched, but I don't think I've been disturbed that much. Just let me try to explain
, I'm only crazy when I go sane. Of course that when I tend to go off chain. and let this world of mine go up im flame. I'm telling you not to cross that line, you don't want to feel this wrath of mine. I can't really describe how I actually feel. Not when nothing even feels real.. I am here right behind the scene, walking around in what feels like some kind of dream.. Yet I don't feel like I'm asleep as I am running with my demons deep..
Theres nothing colder than my soul, whenever I rock this **** bowl . Rocking it steady and slow just so I don't lose control.. If like a speed demon I quickly race away. Then you know that I can no longer hold these monsters at bay. I would run like hell if I were you, because sooner or later evil is going to break clean through. Don't close your eyes or else your very own demise might come as a surprise. Otherwise I will Sympathize as you end up a Sacrifice.
Crushed underneath the pending doom of the end coming way too **** soon, I am in pain, I'm writhing Hell I don't even know how I have been surviving Yet here I am just thriving, with all the chaos that is now arriving.
It's way too late to save myself from the likes of me, can you not see, that I attack internally,, killing from within. It matters not where I am going or even where I have been, the air has been perfumed with the scent of *** and sin. No wonder I have always been so uncomfortable in my own **** skin,.
The pen is usually mightier than the stainless steel blade, just a the wind whispers in its serenade, I have already been laid gently in my grave.
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