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I just want you to speak to me

reach, argue or freak at me

pull up arms or creep tactically

feelings or speak factually

I'm desperate for your communication

some sort of verbal manipulation

with just cause or inspiration

it must be my weak nature

to seek denature from your weak situation

it's an abomination I'm the abomination

Racing through immature relations

watch my lyrical mutation

Making my finest creation

I'm like stuck in halls

of echoing trust that falls

with noone to hear my calls

I'm frustrated at you all

Of this dungenous trawl

it's to I will crawl

it's my will that'll scrawl

what's left but implentating

completely fixating you

It's to you i am narrating

these dubious thoughts

my enemy is caught 

and it's me who's distraught

loosing the will cannot be taught

it's rupturing me like these other thoughts

the nets got me trapped 

it is me who has been caught

feeling myself snapped

personaility is wrought

Bleeding tears of disgust

all covered in rust

you look at me like we got nothing to discuss

i'm putred bleeding and swelling with puss

the venom rage it's seething again

I'm loosing my mind to in the ink in this pen

flow thorugh it again

I'm beleiving this feign?

The emotions are rain

falling down from an imaginary sky in my head

full steam ahead

then go a back to bed

sleep until morning and do it all again

it's somewhere in my brain

these halls are so long, there is so much pain

then these memories abstain

my confiedence acts in disdain

Grr..

There's so much fucks to give

not much worth to live

only my perverse words to sive

got kick it back no worries take it slow

until i get little positive but in face it will blow

I sit back and know

that the deeper I go

The longer I strive to sow

I'm shot down by my own bow

I hate myself but on my body it won't show

these feelings won't grow

because they hiding until my next low

break habits of thinking too much

my reality out of touch

but by evening I'll be battle struck

confronted by my own bad luck

I'm so eager to speak to you

but your so cold and hate seeps through you

I absorb it because I adore it

The hate becomes mine, myself is in it's line

I speak softly into my own messed up mind

then I face the grind, i got thoughts to find

Think about it carefully before there's words behind

what I say, everyday

I think long and hard

because if didn't think you're likely to get scarred

your corpse would charred, in front of the court's yard

but I wouldn't know, because it wouldn't be me

I'm already traumatised, so was it personality 1, 2 or 3?

look at me talking, like I could do that?

It's ridiculous I barely be assed to sit where i'm sat

I can't commit to anything

Onto my memories I barely cling

I'm coming to my limitation

soon I will be just an imatation

of my former incarnation

as I fully let my mind abdicate

No more I will agitate

The story you can fabricate

as its myself that I will assassinate

Be lost in time, thoughts and mind

I'm sick of always walking blind

It's myself I should find

It's myself that is defined

In the blood and murky sea

Of thoughts and feeling that make me