Desperate little debutant
Dressed in his Sundays best
Hoping To impress
Gotta get off his chest

Oh no what a mess
Another bottle down
Liver shot to death
Yellow sight like his spine
Fear grips in his neck.

What would the sane man say
If the insane was publicized in his domain?
What would the recluse say
When ***** deeds are shown any way?

Run further away
But the truth catches up,
And the noose tightens like knots in your throat
Stalker thought he was predator
Turn around and pray,
In praise try to find absolution in his name
But grace, alludes the lewd cruelity of this creature

Can’t rely on you to play the game
Or abide by the rules,
Confined in four walls spinning tales
Roll the dice always landing on boardwalk
And I own the blue.

The only sucker in the mirror looking back
Is this kangaroo jack, yeah this is you.
Desperate little debutant ,
The walls closing in a world that will never remember you.

Countless screenshots, live messaging, emails, chat histories all collected.

Dummy was kind enough to message me repeatedly while they were here.

Walls are closing in on the groomer.

I’m continually being harassed by this person in both PM and on their page.

I’ve been instructed to stay quiet for the most part and let them do their job, so I am obliging. I can’t comment further but to say…

The FBI don’t ******* play

Defiant, I won’t budge
Unburdened by eyes that judge,
What am I supposed to fear?
I’ve seen hell and met the devil
I’m absolved of contrition.

Do you want to see blood?
Wish to break my skin like ceramic
See the red spill and maybe watch me panic
But I’m made of granite,
Please take me for granted
Swing and watch as bones fold
Crumble, dirt piles I climb
Why would I be humble?

Life shackled to the sun
Not sure how many more turns I have,
But If I’m spinning vinyl then I guess —
Maybe I should impress with a new sound
Parroting the last, in parody at last
We can both share the last laugh
Languished in an ice bath
Cool down the war machine
And let the time-lapse.

I hate everything you are,
Down to the way you nasally breathe,
Down to the way your hair reacts to a breeze,
The way you betray nature by ******* on leaves
And call it poetry when you release
I bet you feel oh-so relieved I’ve taken leave
But trust me, lyrical bullets don’t miss
When I’m allergic to lies and sneeze truths.

I am no fool
You drew the Joker,
Place your bets,
Know I haven’t lost a hand yet.
Defiant, I won’t budge