all i do is study

i stutter so quickly they sound to you like words

words that form sentences

that make up every verse

 

it’s a gift... 

 no it’s a curse

sometimes i feel blessed, 

but more often i just feel worse

 

appearances can be reality

but where perception fails,

i kick my own shit out of me

so paranoid i fail to see,

that i’m the only one... after me

 

this tragic scenes

completely complete

the fucked up part, 

i wrote the script when i should have hit delete

 

shredded up the paper word

devoid myself of evedence

the world shifts around

in fact it’s changed whats relevant

 

just jump in there

mix yourself in

if you believe in "string theory" it’s already been done

so just begin again

 

cycles,

repitition,

did anything ever end?

 

well fuck it if i know

just a blip in the millions of those before their time!!!