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Volcanic eruption within my mind,

the ticks of time sound

like echo drips of my thick blood,

like eminem said

of what has become my favorite song,

seems I am a step away

to hit rock bottom,

everything in life

seems to be that

of a dried up plant,

so as the dried leave

I fall without reaction,

once again stepping

to the path I once past,

so you may think

I should now have knowledge of the road,

yet the world always changes,

have to hold in my breath

and simply hope not to step on stone,

I know I am not alone,

no recent communication

yet my people I am still home,

more difficult than before,

yet I place my entire life

in you my lord,

is up to you to finally crush me,

rapidly burn me and toss me,

or have some sympathy

and just continue your choke hold,

in reality I don’t really worry,

have to clear my mind,

for all who my life matters,

don’t worry I will prevail,

just there is going

to be sometime

where I am going to be unable

to say hello,

I must roam the streets,

simply have some made up beats,

try to numb my mind,

so I can wake up,

in a new place,

life is going to change,

I just keep my faith,

so when I am once again establish,

I shall have more knowledge,

lay down in the plains,

breeze would settle in my face,

for in this recent days

I have to hold my breath,

everyday pray,

not lay yet stand,

observe the shadow corners,

hoping not to get trap in its cycle

-che