inner thoughts

,sparring is training war is death and meth is you, depth is something miniscule,your life is just an interview ,

love is something visual,derived from fear in every individual,k

its instinctual ,messages sent at us in many cases subliminal,

war is something habitual,death is balance,therefore it is clinical,

Unseen but still eventual,man I struggle to care,life is so unfair,the news just impairs,

my vision and makes me stare,I find true love rare coz we love for selfish reasons,

looking for rhyme or reason,to prove that what their seeing is worth the believing,

understanding is something we all are lacking,each other,the world,the kraken,

its honestly hard to imagine,a world where we aren't demanding,our fear to stop chanting,

I am tired of ranting,and brawling,because of someone else's moral standing,

war is something we're masters of planting,yet we are surprised when all of our planning happens,

trying to think of a caption to summarize or reimagine,where Marilyn Manson didn't have to happen,

my passion is my only saving grace,imagination taking me too a far away place,

I chase the thought of freedom,yet I know I can't redeem them,coz I'm trapped in a dream in an endless stream,

Of sadness, madness and death ,people detest ,try to arrest me,leave me feeling like a nesting,

phoenix coz I released this dangerous instrument of my demise,visualize my surprise,

When I see the future,rips apart wounds time cant suture,this life seems like more of a blessing than a curse,

but I always see bullshit christians release the Same shit during church,

so tell me what's good what's fair,was the apple worth it,or are we beyond repair,killing shouldn't be the norm ,the baby of a deal unborn,

a thorn poisoned by the evil of the world,it curls and my sins unfurl,Lucy lies and says sisters,brothers of the world,

its okay remain calm its fine,yeah cool remain blind,to the plight of others in a world left behind,

I mumble in a bubble,embroiled in a momentary struggle,I live,so you don't have to,I passed through slums,and bums are in my mind,

Asking me if a dollar is worth the freedom of my mind,I unwind the troubles that I face,

digging deeper than the bliss that I chase,space,I need to hide from my life in conceited,to think I'm good enough,

Thinking I'm a diamond in the rough,waiting for the fates to deal their next card,luck is just grace in the way of art,

I'm not a bastion of wisdom and understanding,I'm just who thinks he has the right to be demanding the script of what's happening,

who's right,who's wrong,and what the hell is rapping,I'm still barely grasping the concept of forgiveness,

Am I a sinner,conversing with the universe,converses next to my bed,red in my ledger,have you read my letter.

Heath ledger,I don't get why we serious,deluded and delirious, a myriad of mysterious mystery,we bout to die anyway,

we stuck on henny, anyway,they never said jenny had 3 brothers benny, lenny and Remy on the block,aiming pistols and glocks,

At whoever would knock,guns went knock,knock we packed up with packs of Pac,and pack rat tendencies,collecting cheese,before it rots,its melted

so we say our prayers,hoping that someone cares its unfair,but its true we all pay what's due