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A parent-less child. Staring aimlessly for
someone to inherit his style. Cause apparently?
He doesn't care for it now.
Back in those days I use to pray, but however
those feelings changed... the ceilings rained down my actions
but frankly? they are still the same...
They said to conceal the pain... why the fuck would I?
In the dead of December
Ambitions I forgot, that they said I'd remember...
Wait until that phase was over, n' then I would enter...
Cause when you're caught in that spell?
You change your outlook for a better agenda...
I measured my worth entirely through the pleasure and girth
of my animosity for any accumulation I was leveraging, first...
It wasn't greed that motivated me, nor sanity...
Just a family dictating every action n' plan to be...
Telling me I'd develop organically if I plant the seed...
to grow... even though, I could feel the heat in the freezing snow...
And in the end? What did I see? Nothing for me...
Visions of an angel hanging up in a tree...
with presents, scattered over the floor that they've tucked underneath...
I assure you, materialism wasn't something discreet...
Imagine. Yeah, just imagine, a family dinner
crammed in the center of an Astro van for the winter? yeah...
Such a tumultuous time, growing up in a shadow
that's so closely defined, but acts as a...
gateway mechanism to open your mind?
Just a waste of existence, scraping the plate within inches
of losing so much weight he could put an anorexic estate out of business...
You can look deep into their gaunt faces to witness...
The nourishment needed for this boy wasn't placed in a distance...
Wide awake in the trenches...
While they joke about my insanity...
but it's all-right... the same smile Heath Ledger had in The Dark Knight...
Psychological imprints as an entrance to use a design...
To shine upon the ugly n' institute truth as "The Beautiful Mind"
But truth is, I can see the root that they truly defined...
Systemic binds to the Architect's manuscript looming, inside...
luminous, a grayish hue that aligns with the matter, they've shattered...
While spewing visceral hate chatter to replace the glorious steak platter...
Yeah.. It's beyond repair, you swear that you weep...
But sorry, I won't be there to wipe the tear from your cheek...
I had my first good dream, of your very defeat...
And the emotions were so overwhelming? that I barely could sleep...
Eyes redden... I never really understood the reason...
I'd much rather paint my emotions on the fallen November leaves, n'...
remind myself of hydroplaning towards better seasons...
Then the burden of associating a thought of my parents never leaving...
I just laugh it off, like how many more scars?
No answer is given...
The vicious attacks is more than enough to channel the vision...
scrambling quick, trying to get a handle on this animal instinct...
They wouldn't know shit about love ...when, a wife and her husband...
resisting the thoughts of letting step sons in...
Shit. They would much rather fuck off n' go on a drug binge...
And nah, I don't even know my real, all I do is pretend...
I'd know my real tho if you could man up n' be true to the end...
I didn't have to go through all that bullshit you put me in...
That same fucking bullshit that you'd never do to a friend...
You would do to your kin. Abuse him in front of your family, then abuse him again...
Frustrated from unstable relations, so you abuse him again...
Hallucinogens. You use the syringe. The Jimmy Hendrix music begins...
You fall off of that toilet seat n expose the bluish hues on your skin..
How could you not fucking see how problematic that was?
How traumatic it was? My brother nearly dying and his step dad doesn't budge?
It's FUCKED up. But yeah, mother wasn't a saint either
Was she? Always neglecting the problems that drama projected...
Now who's gonna stand n' tell me I'm getting my win?
Not a fucking soul... Cause truth is? I don't give it out when my trust is stole...
Well it must be nice to be like you. A burden, a shadow.
The one hiding behind the curtain, impeding his lies, for certain.
And even when I was hurting,n' that gleam in your eye was working...
I said "fuck love"!... ,and ended up leaving to find my purpose...
...Yeah