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The crazy mind begins to flow

as poison is spread around the veins,

the brain cells going insane,

am I sane a course thats the past,

cause now I know not all the boys grow to be mens,  

the poison spreading so rapidly

into the body of a living soul,

I want to grasp a sharp object,

have the poison drip,

drip out the veins,

but I know then my mind will fade away,

I will lose balance,

the cement in a rapid second will touch my flesh,

I will then rest,

but the familia will forever shed its tears,

they will slap me for me to wake,

call me name for slicing my veins,

but I wont have a frown in my face,

but as my soul would react,

I forever will cry,

the reason will be simple,

making my love ones cry,

hell no I promise I was not,

so I still see the poison spread away but

I dont grasp the sharp object hiding under my bed,

I deal with it, body, mind and soul,

and love makes the object be lost,

poison with a voice no more,

as the world turns it lights,

it reacts, but is not like old times,

now the things are thought twice,

because in life you have much to lose,

even you dont know it,

but is there, thats why I only stand strong,

with only the dark thoughts in my mind,

as the lights turn off,

but only thoughts and no action,

cause I know the lights will turn on,

my poison out my system will end up