To young to die

Blood from the innocent, is the venom that makes my pen spit,

before you blame me for this penmanship, you should

pay me some incentive shit, this bloody blood lust is

what ima hit you with, you said you was heaven sent but i ain't see it,

you said his love was immaculate, but i was corrupted

so his vision i was lacking it, the pain i felt there was no matching it,

my faith is nil is this the reason why i'm ill as shit?

my personality has shifted upon your tragedy this curse was gifted,

this addiction is so persistent its twisted, permitted to coexist with

these demons they are so vivid, lashes across my back i was convicted,

my body tilted as my tears glistened,

the air in my lungs is insufficient, my heart is black and the beat is

deficient, but still i stand reminiscing on the memories i envisioned,

slowly escaping this prison, i know i'll make it through this hatred,

feeling jaded, oftentimes i'm gettin' faded, my eyes are dilated,

im awakened, my pain isn't aided, this life is a canvas so i

guess i have to paint it, i just wish you was here still so you

can help create it, but as it stands mutilation is depicted

within my future picture, so for now i'll paint the pain and

numbness bold within this scripture