Acting Out Of Line.
Always lived as a recluse, an imprisonment of obtuse temptations
Lack to produce conversations, witnessed me cocoon without relations
Complications from birth attached, latch with tears now drawn
People living twenty years before you..
..Can ruin you’re life twenty years on
Peers withdrawn, as when you rebel from the pressure it releases
Groups of friends were lost in the muddle..
..From trouble after all what’s the puzzle without all pieces
Depression increases, my lost companions would depend on clubs
And the buzz of a pill, fake love fulfilled..
..as another life was devoted to drugs
Gullible mugs, they questioned me, peer pressure seized to silence
A false cure for the insecure who suffered from lack of guidance
Violence was present, content of life on another level
I’m breaking into sweat..
..Thinking of waiting for a cum up, once they swallowed the devil
It makes me so upset, the threat of what three pounds can do
And as there mouth dries up a piece of their brains drying to
Dying untrue, as I write this confession my shakes out power the pen
I’ve swallowed the enemy, to satisfy the anxiousness within
My skin pours with liquid, each drop representing my hysteria
My mind inferior to the journey I just released on my interior
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My pen falls, as the walls start to cave in my vision
A wrong decision has left me scared coved up in a prism
My precision has faded, jaded from the drug within fusing
As I relies this isn’t just a few hours, it’s my life I’m losing
Bruising and aching, from taking a chemical so breaking
Will I survive these few hours? I just sit there shaking.
Matt Crew went from 4 A levels, to lying dead with dribble dried to his mouth.
Think about it.
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