my illness is
Of the severe variety.
Limits against
What appears behind me.
Like a wierd design
That keeps re designing
Tears drying
On the sphere of where
What once was here
Now appears blinding
In the seering right
From  facing dreams
Of first light
After steering clear
Of ******* on the first night
Gotta get the thirst right
Thanks for fallout boy
For naming every symptom
In my curse right.
Not sure if I was manic.
Addicted. Or the worst mind.
Looking like  dirt right
But flying *****
Dont leave the perch behind
Until the ******* first flies
**** I'm the worst guy
Pull my **** from the dirt
In 6 months mother earth is
Giving birth guy