With one pen, one mind, one soul, one heart
I write and start to rip apart my art
the trail of tears leading to my microphone
I never open my eyes in fear of being alone
I've lost my soul ,replaced it with my past
my future is the last second I'll ever have
I grab pill containers and drink my life away
this knife will play around my conscious in ways
I close my eyes, get stabbed and gashed in my cornea
holographic artistry seems to be my mind's torturer
If I cry I still will remember I am here
and not in this sphere decaying without any fear
Money and fame is temporary, I don't want that shit
your rich in wealth, your rich in problems, your rich in getting hit
I just want a normal life without homocidal tendencies
my enemies keep tempting me and forcing me to start bending these
index fingers with two nozzles at my temples
and blast so light can't be seen at milisecond intervals
I'm sick and tired of climbing to get my fucking fingers stomped
cause what is left when I get up is for the vultures to chomp
I look out, the floor looks so forgiving, I am receiving
impulses to my brain to jump and stop the bleeding
Just then; I have a convo with a man in white
He shows me my past, and what my future is like
I saw me being abused, being beaten by a pole
little did she know, it was eating at my soul
I started crying, tried to grab me outta that position
I put my hand on me, it went through, it started to glistin
she wouldn't listen, the bitch kept hittin and spittin
then one day I had a knife, and I was just sittin
outside her door, on the floor, waiting for her
thoughts racing, debating, if I was really sure
when she came out, I didn't stab her, I just kicked her
down the stairs, watched her tumble, her skin filled with splinters
right there I wanted to blade her with razors and sabers
shave her with shavers, that way she couldn't hit me later
I start crying, because I didn't know what I was doing
spewing blood through abusing is what she was using
for pleasure, but others tell me she will never remember
bloodstained snow in december is not the same in november
she will never be forgiven, that's my final decision
I love her, she's family, yet she kick starts my ignition
My vision from this position evaporates at a faster rate
I awake with bloody wrists, how much of this can I take...