Natural Disaster

Closely, yeah, I'm closing in. 

Rope nope, double choke, in on my skin. 

Nope rope slitherin, I'm yellowin, I'm slitherinn, I'm withering, hither in my liver, neither never in. 

An eight grand pound scan found that brain mass, eight pound lump in my head, like what the fuck! 

Breaking news, break in the noose, taking the juice, faking the news like I'm new to loosing.. 

All hope in the "whose him?", damn how sad, down bad for the life I wish I never had, and I never had, when I never cry, how mad may it make you lie, down on a pavement, cry, drown in your painful dye. 

Die, turn in on your insides. 

Turn on your inner sight insights. 

Learn how to live with life, live with life. 

Sick from life, stick in knife. 

Like butter, in the tummy, flutter shut like acid funny. 

Shutter shit and shut the door. 

Coulda fit a couple more. 

In my stomach, cant stomach it. 

Lay in hammock of blood and now. 

Its a drip drop flip flop hit my head. 

Of the inside outside, inside out sides , in sight off sounds in signs and insights of surrounding sounds seemingly loud. 

But what the fuck, I'm losing life. 

Maybe just grab the knife. 

Turn round and stab my wife.

Why not just take my life. 

I'm a walking bomb, I'm gone

Gonna blow up and boom. 

Like light lighting lightning, I shone. 

And now its all just fucking gone. 

Mind is a natural disaster.