I feel as if God's looking down
At me Judging a sinner for being sick
back stepping around, mischief stirs like merry-go-round, about
senseless **** that spins around
In my mind, Inner demo's verdict's out
I'm in-human

That's the thought woven in my psychyie.
A fact. In fact the impact
freeze my insides
beating of my Heart stings
Maybe I'm not worth all this
Breathing and ****

This mind of mine isn't worth a dime
Torn apart on front lines
The fonts are bold but i'm not
These words I spit are underlined
but know this , something I noticed
After all this. Still i stay undermined
Undefined

Siting Waiting for flat line vital signs
But never take my gaze off The rampage on the page no.

Rage and focus pays off
So pray often or get preyed on
By monotony
So Never bat an eye, never blink
Think wide and deep
Let the ****** eyes bleed
red is the ink we write in

My Two parts of conscience
Entranced In a staring match. Waiting
For the wining catch of a sparring match
Between the will to **** or die first
But let me lie down first
In a fatal state, it's comfortable
I'm familiar with it the most

Broken over a tale with no ending in sight
Still the thirst keeps me going
Turning page after page of dread
But thoughts never combine, never coherent

Like A grumpy fella in love with a lonely
dweller who sees everything in gold
One exist at extremes
One exist in middle. By the way that other half is peace for me. A broken piece of me
We meet twice a day
Cross miles just to see each other
One more time
Just one more time
One more day
That's what I tell myself
What I say to the face in the mirror
But in reality I feel misplaced