A Juxtapositional typical rhythm hole
My Words break my words break my soul break my fucking soul.
Extraterrestrial procrastical critical.
Tactical flattened soul, practical atom hole.
Not all one love can be sent
to a single person heaven sent.
Split your heart into many very little pieces.
If all love is sent
To a single person you vent
They may hate and dent your existential thesis.
A shadow creeped into my mind.
Blackened any darkened death you can find.
Made it darker doubled down any evil.
And as I live and I cry
And time spawns demons dance in my mind.
I can\'t lie, it makes my guts shiver as my heart becomes feeble.
I\'m living
a rhythm
Explicitly driven
I\'m breathing
I\'m breathing.
I\'m
breathing.
Black dye
I go by
My mind
It\'s sucked dry
By the pain
Of the pain
That pains my life.
I try
And I try
And I cry
And I cry
But the pain of my pain
Lets me die
Now I\'m even.
Now I\'m even
My Brain broke and thieved from.