The shit that comes out of my mind, sometimes,
Is heartless. I didn’t start this. My mind did.
I’m behind it. I can’t catch up or stop what I think. I sink,
further into the blinded.
Into the dark, the corner of the park.
Like a fucked up bum.
Too fucked up to see the rising of the sun.
I don’t even know how this gets created. Faded,
and high, it just comes out with a sigh, and I don’t even know why,
I am this way. The shit that I say,
is so demented. I meant it.
Every word that I write.
Every word that I recite.
I wrote it for you,
so you can feel what I’m going through.