In all of this worldly worded etiquette your reading.
The growth in anger is what your needing.
Frustrated,
Hated,
Flowing like I slit both wrist bleeding.
The skeletons in y'alls closets is the army I'm leading.
Speeding, to a slow motion state these zombie brains feeding.
the final days are upon us with fewer good times receeding.
Its cheaper these dayz to be yourself, so stop retreating.
Never be a wanna be fake make for Pete sake im pleading.
the darkest light wont shine no where near that section of seating.
I know it sounds mean to an ignorate feen, I'm just being honest.
Scroll on and listen to my song list,
Fair warning them haterz gonna be pissed.
Follow this happily made ending with Oliver Twist.
Or be subject to the restrained chains ruled by an iron fist.
The peaceful sense of happiness will always be missed.
I know it sounds as though its leaps and bounds from being blissed.
Stop throwing that pitty party over there ya mama is next to be dissed.
As I'm standing here near death telling u this.
The blood has about run out of the veins in my wrist.
Maybe one day C.J. will be missed.
Giving up the ghost im threw being the host waving goodbye,
sigh, it's too late to be kissed.
©n0vadr3amz
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