man idk about u guys...but wen i write these om's i never go into it with a train of thought...or have any clue what my next line will be...i just put 1 word after another 1 line after another line..for once..i have something on my mind.




I Grow up and feel pain its drastic but true
Holding the torch waiting to pass it to YOU
This life line is drained strangle the breath
Junky it's gone YOU drank all the rest!
Beatin to death YOUR knee deep in this mess
But to calculate it YOUR death caused by stress
Or caused by the sip YOUR only friend in this life
Cuz love was not..what HE was sending his wife
Hard to believe though it was sip over kids
How could this be how anyone lives
Souls torn with rage brains full of lies and anguish
Can in YOUR hand thats when YOUR armed and dangerous


You are he and he is dead.

But you are certainly not missed.



Links to come.

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A LIFE OF CHRYME