im killing myself at war with the insides
dual persona got me scitzo in this tide
makin the first mark grippin my razor
cuttin my self gettin deeper n deeper
fatigue eyes relaps and body drops
my mental keeps the fight physical stops
gets the first hit a mind still ignant
theres no wrong or right just blatent
hits bone bruise its deeper than thought
lost ideas of armor will me to stop
clash scratch the swords of verbals
scroned from the perspective murals
painted by soul to place backround
inner stomach waist in bile ground
found burnt beast d'evils of men
my past combat again re again
times are dark but will is good
defeating yourself first step to MChood

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