Damned

I used to think there was a message.

Now I've proved that there was just 'a wreckage of news.

When their clues went heading for a leverage of views.

Their embedded.

I fear my head is headed in the wrong direction.

I'm 'ma bomb reflection, spawn 'a bong when I'm 'On'

Ingestion.

"What's wrong?" The question.

I'm a "Om" the tension.

Rhyme 'a song and mention the King Kong level of stress like I'm the Devil in dress.

Ding Dong.

I'm on the revel, I jest.. I guess, I'm on the level.

I danced with the devil on my death.