just started writing after i smoked a fat blunt and this is what i ended up with
It starts to rain tears Im so sick of these plain years
so I sit and drain beers till my veins clear
when pain appears I gain fears from my inhumane careers
Images of slain peers fill my brain like stained mirrors
the cocaines sheer and i sense the devils domains near
I have chains from ear to ear
theres bloodstains in satans sphere
I cant sustain sincere/ Im insane beyond severe
ill probably add more to it later
what you think is it good or bad im not really sure