D'Musical

Depression is beautiful.

It's got me.

Writing a musical to my life.

When the music falls I spike acoustic, write to music, type profusely.

I'm in the type of music video where the hero dies.

Lies got me.

Lines now spot where cries used to drop me.

It's incredible when fists fly these lips reply with rips.

Eye watch me, do speech, unforgettable when the lie stopped me.

Hold the pieces, unload the features as I'm creeping to be disowning the teachers.

With a throwing of seizures, I'm blowing the speakers.

Rolling with keepers, tweaking, trolling with sleepers, peaking, knowing the creatures.

Strolling by dreamers.

It's time for the next rhyme.

holding my neck, I'm loading the text for the subject.

I'm highly suspect with 'an erect mind.

Perplexed rhyme when I vent my chest grind of depression, I confess crime.