My body as an offering
To provide
Autonomy
From my current.
Auditory lobotomy
My voices talk to me
I process things
Thinking your rap God
Actually wanted me
Thoughts surgically
Removed. I fear.
There's no stopping
This game from
Toppling
Like two kids
Losing at monopoly.
And screams like
Rap God save me
this spot
Im lodged in deep
My body. In a constant
Dialog. With
Punishment.
Funny its
Your
Thoughts
That do inferior remodeling.
My bottled thoughts.
Alone
With snowy specs
That float on breaths.
Of  earthly body needs.......
Your supernova.
Explosion.
On embodiment.
Of God himself watching me.
Eyes of pearls and ocean
Deep intentions
Wielding nothing but a blessing tongue. Amen
You stressed enough.
Your past because.
You felt you never measured up.
But wonder if you've felt this love
Eminem I'm stuck
I hope you realize
This settles us.
My little love that never was