What's happening? My feeling is keeling over like a rooster Losing my sanity All feeling's vanity.
Where's the knife? I want to survive. I don't want to be trapped in this stage of insecurity I need to let loose, like a goose.
Blood's all over the room. This never-ending feeling of satisfaction what is it? Is this Life? Death? Happiness? Sadness? mAdne$s? I've forgotten how to tell. Do I need help? Am i in vain? In p@in?
I'm laughing. I can't ** stop. Is this humor? Horror? My third eye has closed my actions are no longer futile the heads hanging from the ceiling fan are you pr0ud of me? Mom? Why are you quivering? Why are you running? "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" That's what your lips are saying. Why're you on the floor? You're still breathing. Are you sleeping? C'mon, wake up. cAN I pLay w!tH yOU, Too?
My first freestyle, based on some psychopathic insanity that I've been struggling with for the past few years.