Everyday i wake up
I see the faceless figure dawning
Yawning early in the midst of the morning
Between midnight and three
Is around the time they make there
Appearance to me
Shocked stucked struggling to get out a hold
**** I wish i had mercy on my soul
The more i fight the stronger it gets
I feel im bound hand to hand with a casket
Marriage to life is a *****
The only way to divorce it
Is to exit
Ghost from your shell
Where will i dwell
Is this a family curse or a slow blessing?
The strong only survive
How when all i do is try to thrive?
On good as well as the bad
Never had a dad so all i knew was the street fad
Closest peeps become enemies
And the farthest peeps are your closest friends
The end