I lost my semblance of sanity

All my senses calamity

All the vanity present just turned into an abyss

I hold your hand in advance of leave

Only now you would dance wim me

Continuity dragging walking it lead us to this

I brandish songs in the whip

They only filter my lips

When there is words coming out with no rhymes in the mix

So I could get it guess

Maybe I ramble too much

My stomach empty full of everything I don’t need to touch

It’s butterflies for my lunch

Top it off with a dutch

Green powder I clutch

Third gear show me love

Burn it down in the first

If anything I am versed

In dodging healing me while offering some comforting words

To loved ones

If only I had seen it

From my driveway like where I seen venus

Serene for the season

Soon as the winter come I’m fucked up

Seasonal the freezing coals

I start giving my lunch up

Own my own nemesis

What a burden the presence is

Burning is everything you gon take it n flip

That opportunity gift

I’m on some “probably, shit”

Like will I make it or go take my life?

It matter again

The math shattering gifts

You adding one to the pond

Before you know it, that shit grown and every other is gone

We just an army of pawns

Who never change for the charts

We should ashame disregard

I wrap my brace in the gauze