My reflection can't bear to look me in the eye. Dirt bag. They called me **** bag because they couldn't see a sack of ****. Thoughtlessly counter-intuitive. Rhyming is worse than mediocre, and beyond being forced into the sublime. Blind folded and arms tied, with salvation on it's lips; Maniacally insane. A campaign for liars, killers, and something divine. I never had a beautiful dream, or a nightmare that wasn't in color. I'm unprepared for everything, especially whatever comes next.