Your Old school trashed at a motel 6..
With Burn holes that marked your soul.
Marked for short living.
Covered in cuts and picked at scabs.
Afraid to leave your room with the Loud buzz of 3:43 am silence.
Filled with disgusting thoughts,
but you know its only paranoia.

Piece for a piece you claim unification.
Only stupidity with Scares you won't let heal.
change the life you have got.
Don't look through mirrors of past pains.
Don't stray to far,
from the pressure of reality.
Because Your To stubborn to take advise.
So never quiver in fear With Hands that raised chaos.
You picked this  suffering in this degrading empty shell.
Only guilt will pump through your Cheese cloth  veins.
Untrustworthy skills sown only with pains.
Time to change and Leave your room because loved ones don't know what to do..