Is it just another part of the human condition to suffer from such an affliction as lifelong addiction that sprouts from these crazy family traditions?
This is some habitat, cozy little cabbage patch, where bad ideas are known to hatch. No brag just fact I'm attempting to walk out unscathed my intergerity still intact.
In this cataphract chaos I knowingly attract. How do you expect me to react. I brace myself for the impact. Feeling like from all angles I'm being attacked. The odds are against me like a deck that's been stacked
I felt like I was being laughed at so I just kind of snapped. It's all just part of my handicap. I'm Nothing but a maniac that always ends up in combat staring off into the abstract, usually finding myself in another mishap. Inside my mind I've been trapped. If I had just napped I could've avoided all this crap, but luck would have it I'm an insomniac
Right here in these ungodly places where I am out of reach of God's good graces. I come off a sinner that is faithless being chased by these ghosts that are faceless. Ask me no questions and no lies will I sell. Turning in full circles till I'm feeling rather unwell as I dance with the devil in the moonlight pale
chaos and the very creation the ends up breaking my concentration wicked thoughts come to contemplation everyday arises a new complication Can you alter your perception with out so much as a question? If you do not recognize your own reflection are you perfectly ****** up or ****** up to perfection?
right from the very start heavy weighs these matters of the heart I could possibly still light up the dark if you just strike me and see where I ******* spark.
Just laying in my bed, drenched in the scents of *** and sweat, I am a basket case as well as a space cadet distraught over things that haven't even happened yet.
Lost in my own thoughts that rattle around in my skull quite loud, hiding in this shadow inside this cloud. If you want to find out **** around As I stand here all alone on what looks like a battleground Silence a deafening sound. **** it I ain't ever coming down.
I'm traveling outside the parameters of my own **** mind searching for something that I doubt I'll ever find To **** things up I am quite inclined. since I am constantly lost in sinister dark stumbling blind, bound to these ties that bind
Lately the thoughts in my head leave me saddened
horrors relived that most couldn't have never even imagined
I am feeling a little bit stagnant
kind of like a **** magnet
life's been hell but somehow I've managed, even though it has left me sitting here all dark and damaged.
I tried to spill the secrets that overload my very soul,
Trying my dead level best not to lose my self control
I'm just Broken vessel, I'm just an empty hull
Like I am going to a masqade I tend to mask what I feel, Like I hide the scars and these wounds that never seem to heal.
My turmoil and my tranquility mix just like my pleasure and my pain. I am only considered to be completely crazy when I go sane
I have stayed up all night long hitting the **** like it was a normal thing to do, but don't look at me that way because truth be told you know you have done it too.
So I pray to God on bent knee to love me and guide me to always be beside me, and not let temptations lead me astray. my tragic skies are dismal and grey, All to frequently I find myself with no one in which I could confide these dark thoughts of suicide. As chaos and catastrophe seem to collide
To error is human but to forgive is divine. Like frog hair split 379 ways I swear, I'm fine. I maybe a little bit out of my rabbit *** mind. Living with the memories that serve only to remind me my past I cannot simply leave behind
I am still stuck in beast mode. It's possible I mean I think I am about to overdose. Here searching for the antidote.
Things haven't quite gone as I had hoped, No I haven't been coaxed, nor have I been coached. I am now here forever shadowed as I lock and I load. I didn't make it out but almost!
How do people keep living on in complete ignorance. Everything went up in smoke in a instance, It has been personal experience to pray for my own deliverance.
If I had other intentions I doubt it would make a difference
So I am just out here reeking havoc and running amuck spitting out these chunks of my ******* broken luck. I'm out in this storm attempting to get myself thunderstruck, while counting all the ways I can self destruct. If I do I am ****** if I don't I am ******
washing over me is this crimson tide Keeping all my feelings shoved way down deep inside I wish that this pain would just subside. What am I going to do next? I just cannot seem to decide. Looking in from right outside as if I ended up stuck in my kryptonite This **** just does not even seem to be right. It's just another ordinary night where I outpour my soul with every word I write
After all the things that had been sacrificed how could someone go on feeding on their host like a parsite. the flames inside this hell just seemed to ignite Anger erupting exploding like dynamite. So what I brought a knife to a gunfight I am definitely Psyched Don't make me cut you from ******* to appetite. I will swallow down all the Cyanide before they could get me for homicide. Tell me now are you ******* satisfied
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
Is it just another part of the human condition to suffer from such an affliction as lifelong addiction that sprouts from these crazy family traditions?
This is some habitat, cozy little cabbage patch, where bad ideas are known to hatch. No brag just fact I'm attempting to walk out unscathed my intergerity still intact.
In this cataphract chaos I knowingly attract. How do you expect me to react. I brace myself for the impact. Feeling like from all angles I'm being attacked. The odds are against me like a deck that's been stacked
I felt like I was being laughed at so I just kind of snapped. It's all just part of my handicap. I'm Nothing but a maniac that always ends up in combat staring off into the abstract, usually finding myself in another mishap. Inside my mind I've been trapped. If I had just napped I could've avoided all this crap, but luck would have it I'm an insomniac
Right here in these ungodly places where I am out of reach of God's good graces. I come off a sinner that is faithless being chased by these ghosts that are faceless. Ask me no questions and no lies will I sell. Turning in full circles till I'm feeling rather unwell as I dance with the devil in the moonlight pale
chaos and the very creation the ends up breaking my concentration wicked thoughts come to contemplation everyday arises a new complication Can you alter your perception with out so much as a question? If you do not recognize your own reflection are you perfectly ****** up or ****** up to perfection?
right from the very start heavy weighs these matters of the heart I could possibly still light up the dark if you just strike me and see where I ******* spark.
Just laying in my bed, drenched in the scents of *** and sweat, I am a basket case as well as a space cadet distraught over things that haven't even happened yet.
Lost in my own thoughts that rattle around in my skull quite loud, hiding in this shadow inside this cloud. If you want to find out **** around As I stand here all alone on what looks like a battleground Silence a deafening sound. **** it I ain't ever coming down.
I'm traveling outside the parameters of my own **** mind searching for something that I doubt I'll ever find To **** things up I am quite inclined. since I am constantly lost in sinister dark stumbling blind, bound to these ties that bind
Lately the thoughts in my head leave me saddened
horrors relived that most couldn't have never even imagined
I am feeling a little bit stagnant
kind of like a **** magnet
life's been hell but somehow I've managed, even though it has left me sitting here all dark and damaged.
I tried to spill the secrets that overload my very soul,
Trying my dead level best not to lose my self control
I'm just Broken vessel, I'm just an empty hull
Like I am going to a masqade I tend to mask what I feel, Like I hide the scars and these wounds that never seem to heal.
My turmoil and my tranquility mix just like my pleasure and my pain. I am only considered to be completely crazy when I go sane
I have stayed up all night long hitting the **** like it was a normal thing to do, but don't look at me that way because truth be told you know you have done it too.
So I pray to God on bent knee to love me and guide me to always be beside me, and not let temptations lead me astray. my tragic skies are dismal and grey, All to frequently I find myself with no one in which I could confide these dark thoughts of suicide. As chaos and catastrophe seem to collide
To error is human but to forgive is divine. Like frog hair split 379 ways I swear, I'm fine. I maybe a little bit out of my rabbit *** mind. Living with the memories that serve only to remind me my past I cannot simply leave behind
I am still stuck in beast mode. It's possible I mean I think I am about to overdose. Here searching for the antidote.
Things haven't quite gone as I had hoped, No I haven't been coaxed, nor have I been coached. I am now here forever shadowed as I lock and I load. I didn't make it out but almost!
How do people keep living on in complete ignorance. Everything went up in smoke in a instance, It has been personal experience to pray for my own deliverance.
If I had other intentions I doubt it would make a difference
So I am just out here reeking havoc and running amuck spitting out these chunks of my ******* broken luck. I'm out in this storm attempting to get myself thunderstruck, while counting all the ways I can self destruct. If I do I am ****** if I don't I am ******
washing over me is this crimson tide Keeping all my feelings shoved way down deep inside I wish that this pain would just subside. What am I going to do next? I just cannot seem to decide. Looking in from right outside as if I ended up stuck in my kryptonite This **** just does not even seem to be right. It's just another ordinary night where I outpour my soul with every word I write
After all the things that had been sacrificed how could someone go on feeding on their host like a parsite. the flames inside this hell just seemed to ignite Anger erupting exploding like dynamite. So what I brought a knife to a gunfight I am definitely Psyched Don't make me cut you from ******* to appetite. I will swallow down all the Cyanide before they could get me for homicide. Tell me now are you ******* satisfied
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