Can you belive it?

Belive me when I say
I used to trust myself 
In any way
This silver cord is shorter
Now I've all but lost my health

Poor forked forced set of mental blind
Heady terminal path soon to be mine
Grimy iron taste so sublime
Salt water spilling into overtime

*****

I hated that
Complete tripe
**** you, ******* subjective

Yeah, I AM glad you died
Like, in a present for my future
It's all mine, you...

It is all mine.
 
Low end rent roach
Bring around the stage coach
Pick myself a lane

god ****