My sentence fluency,
Described as lunacy,
See I'm a true mc theirs like a flu in me to free with the truth that I speak I offer it to any one who seeks it,
See some have it but just can't grasp it like a duck with a broken beak I'm currently succeeding,
But time to time my motion ceases like a mountain climber with frozen feet,
Broken writer with no ink knife to my neck,
Satan's work at his best,
I've been deprived of control in my life, So fucking depressed,
But I repress suppressing any signs of stressing,
No signs of blessings sobbing, Swearing and sweating,
Should I stay or should I go to the dwelling of dead things,
Evil fills the air its quenching for my soul but I won't let it,
Screaming pleading yelling I am surrounded by theses demons of my past and present my head is swelling, These voices vexing,
Somebody help them I'm begging,
For some mercy,
I'm shouting I'm cursing if you don't react you could be late and that would be the worst thing you walk in to my room I'm laying dead on the floor with a note in short distance it says.
You should have listened,
Hope you learned your lesson,
In bloody letters.