Homie wanna talk, well let's be about it
Be straight foward, let's not tip-toe around it,
What's on your mind, in your chest, put it out, on the desk, let your heart breathe again, so we can be free again
Take steps, away and towards
The lights in us, but the darkness come fowards
As death and pain comes closer, my eyes get lower, and I'm soaked, with emotions, no umbrella of protection, no invisable cloak to disseaper, like a deflated erection
Prespective
Help, the child in me screams, vile, and desperately in need
I must suceed, or succeed
Destiny
Rambling, thoughts very clouded, what's filtered, I need rest and some coffee
Everyday, not the same, torn or in shame, but life is a game, that we have to play
Betrayed
Felt, before, walk or stay within the confined doors,
The allure
Pull, close, away, tug of war, what we endure, shall always stay, corruption, of something, sort, has placed me under cuffs of captivation
Erase
Only in theory, paper, or typing, can I bleed my feelings, with no knifing,
exciting
Drawn out predicitions, of life
Scribble in the insides of the tombs deep within my eye seeing, dome
My scrotem is packed and empty light, but heavy, still either or my necessity to take chance, to risk, life in order to feel and touch and love
Life
Contridictions
Continous
Floating
Unkown...ending...
If there is one
Shed light
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