Mentalities relapsed+
Bloody scars that painted my
Knuckle+
War paint
Cuddles my face
I’m black and I’m
Proud+
From the
Feet to the root canal+
A tramatic opposite+
I linger in blank expression+
Eyes wide open+
without
No type of emotions+
Poker face here+
Not bluffing+
No room for let downs or
believing in something+
my
Own mental distruction+
Nothing+
It’s nothing+
Living in hell I’m use to the most, beautiful, rotton+
Sweet sorrows+
I Embraced
The reason its not to be chased+
The heathen+
The original copy of. The mental pistol whipped in the head. Hairline fractured softly.
Do I want to live?
Do I want to die?
Die in this!
Pointless!
Pointless!
Errors birth right!
Sick riiiggghhhttt…………………
Driving my truck in stuck. Parked got out to walk into traffic. A post mortem morgage that I cant pay no longer. I don’t bother…
Aginst the wall upside-down, down and down. No following in may as well. Suggestions on what you think I need to do. Pushing on makes me want to kill myself more. There is a deep, deep place of peace in me..
Self burning down the past, present and future. Along with a picture of me smiling. After my fifth grade graduation. Bad times early! Left broken blood vessels! outside and on a child’s woes vessels!
Toes wiggling less from the rope manufactured. While legs keep dangling. No one heard me fall… Everyone was there.
No love…
No job…
Not Christian…
More criticism…
Mind of hatred…
Heart full of doubt…
Hatian blood…
Ex con…
Please never ask me about my family!
Sick…
Needing a hug…
Maybe a for head kiss…
No education…
High risk…
No sence…
No one gives…
They take with a smile…
Using love to lurer me in…
Do I look like a small child?!
Fuck love…
Fuck you…
Fuck him…
My boots float on top of brackish water in the lake. Low life welfare, project, section 8 peace of shit! Sticking around for why… Eating the same shit! Seeing the same kind of killings! Shoot outs on the strip! Everybody struggling just to eat and make rent! Looking into the eyes of a kid saying……
“He’s going to become a killer one day…”
“I hope love finds him some day…”
“No one in the childs house all day…”
“Will he just take his life one day…?”
“Sorry kid…”
I just don’t have the money. Fuck am I living for. When all my eyes see is ugly
Lifes great ain’t it…………
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 