Catharsis

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