This force that resides deep in my treasure chest.
Teeming with vices and creativitiy.
Subject to inconceivable magic and vitality.
Equally meaured with phycotic tenadncies
A place where angels and demons play cards.
A soul thats bitterley sweet ,and a mind that's gone to far.
How much does this devilish madness cost me?
The same price from here to eternity.

Im a magician with this pen
I can tell the future and what happened back then
My words are hypnotic and a bit phycotic
Every word i think i make sure to mark it
Pick my words like cotton
The apples on the tree begin to rot and
The good gone bad but never forgotten
What a sight hahah i just sit and laugh
And open up my notebook
The pen guides my hand
I dont have to look
My mind just drifts away
Thank you for reading have a good day