Hell has no mercy on my soul.
They bless this angel with flames.

I guess I'm only holy by the gift of my
Name.

Not a single love song can save me.
Borderline genius and borderline
Crazy, maybe?

I hope to God, He don't hear me when
I'm struggling.
He always likes to add more **** to
What I'm already juggling.

I get to cussing and fussing over
Nothing,

It seems.

Abusing that syrup has got me
Rough
At the seams.

And I don't follow no meter.

My writing is a reflection of me.
My mirror's been shattered by grief.
And splattered with ink.
I dabble in things that only
Shake and rattle my peace.

It's a never-ending battle with me.

Traffic in my head.
Blade to my wrist.

I kinda hate when I start thinking
Like this.