I'm sittin here, feet clear in front of me, nearly dead, gettin head eyes closed, why cant i see, wonderin the **** have you done to me.
nose bleeding like a little *****,
quick wipe
All hyped, grab my knife quick fight turns up with eight dead bodies ****, not my hobby, take em out back breathing, hardly. Cry out ****** fall to my knees, redundant i see, heart poundin thunderous beat, unconscious i preach, ******* nonsense, grab a knife stab a ***** with no common sense.
Just a little tense, hope i dont make a mess, clean it up or confess.
**** it
Take a little breather
Bag em up drop em off quiver
With fear my dear its just as hard over here, stumble near an open beer down it quick passed the tip quick pour up, seconds done before i even heard the thud
Bodies all gone ******* screamin better run.
Done.
Hardly tho
Gettting dizzy walking slow.
Hobos getting blown by some dusty hoes
Split gone past it tho, hit a taxi and dash it quick, ******* slash some ***** bust caps as quick, just hoping to get hit with some bullets and ****, stab myself bleed black blood, air, ive got none,
Death will never come
Stuck here in this mind set
I wake up in a cold sweat.

Marching in this **** parade
Day in and day out it's all the same.
A swirling mass of hatred and envy
Only to be masked by an innocent facade.

If one were to step out of line,
Make a leap of faith to determine how much time, until he's at the front of the pack but in his mind if only at the back, the thought of giving in is still prevalent to the rest.
I'll try my best.

Still marching to the beat of the drum without an answer to a single question, we continue on but no one takes the second to mention that the slightest misdirection could complete destroy the entire system.

So many thoughts filling my head, not a single one ever coming to rest.
I must confess, none of the clouds blinding me could ever accurately paint a picture of what i feel inside my chest.
Staring at the grim sight that my life has become.
I don't wonder what lies in the days to come.
tied down by past indiscretions i'm stuck, stuck without a single hope to ever be, set free from the crushing grip of the demons that follow me every day.
Without the strength for even a last breath, i drift away.

My body nothing but an empty carcass rotting in the sun.
Walking across a ******* ocean of the dead and dumb.
Close to the end, the horizon at my finger tips, reaching, my skin rips.
Exposing my blood not red but black i feel my lungs collapse, i fall on my back.