im trying to get better at this, but im not seeing any progression. and i feel bad when i say stuff about other peoples verses and yet i cant let a good one flow myselff......oh well


sitting at my comp thinking all about life/
and then i wonder whats the point of living in strife/
wheres my knife?/
maybe i should take my own advice/
and think this shit over twice/
but wouldnt it be nice/
to put my head in a vice/
and force the voices out, scatter them to the night/
i see the light/
but i dont think i should, its not so bright/
more like darkness mixed with a little bit of white/
and this makes me worry, maybe im not stable/
what if im not able/
to keep the legs on this table/
from falling over and coming a part/
i find my self looking for and ending, but then where is the start?