Dragons blood resin perfumes my atmosphere
My soul is almost through with my purge
Catharsis has become my savior over the past year
The urge to carry on with my destined journey finally made something within me snap
I was filled to my brim with false excitement
I was convinced that I had fought my way to finding paradise, in a sense
Turns out, I still have not ever been there, except for somewhere in my dreams
I am no stranger to juggling extremes at all
Feast and famine
Everything and nothing much
Mountains and molehills are all the same to me
There has always been some sort of beauty I have found hidden somewhere within all of my intense experiences
My entire life has been cathartic, over all
I always remember to stop and think about the lessons I have learned now, instead of becoming prey to a pack of hyenas by blowing all of my fuses at once
The dunce cap I once wore is now a shimmering fedora..
I feel like I am Britney Spears
So many years it has taken me to understand what I need to do to feel comfortable in my own skin
I win them all over when I perform
The storms of my creative exposure have been brewing for much longer than just awhile now
I am hated on because they all want my energy, my talent, my style
Mimic me then bitches, please feel free...
All it does is serve my already inflated ego, which is why you all became so envious and intolerant of me to begin with
I am well aware that mine is a finicky, impossible whore
You all adore me, just go on, admit it, move on
Gone never means forever
Disappearing acts are a clever way to figure out who it is that even remotely cares
Its funny how many never notice that you were ever missing
You were lost within yourself, kissing your Ids fat little bitch of an ass
A somewhat intelligent way to pass through the beast they call Father Time
Rythym and rhyme are Siamese twins
When one of them is injured, the other one simply gives in and dies
How cathartic it is to uncover all the clandestine lies that stubbornly cling to your breath
You are wasting your time figuring out how to not be real
They will steal all of your Light one way or another anyway
All of the things that our minds make us say create causes that naturally come with their effects
Catharsis of your soul is the only hope of the removal of all the hexes that you put upon you on your own..they were born from nobody but you
There are very few of us who will ever truly understand this shit, which is scary to say the very least
Purge yourselves now before your spirit becomes infected by an invisible yeast infection....
12/10/2018