My Thoughts Pt.2
This tune of mine... I cant hum it, my soul dropped from its summit
The life thats been given to me... I plummit, now that you hung it
Once life had a meaning, but when you left dark coverd my gleaming
A hole has been left in my heart and soul, last traces are steaming
Im reading the bible, and the scriptures with my soul are anything but bridle
Religion crawled out my mind, As satan has moved in with suicidle
Im an idol of my own, where I catch static and havoc... but yet peaceful
My patients is elastic at times, but when stretched to far its leathel
Im addict of pain, its attracted and I always seem to keep it active
World seeming to be passive, but in reality im leaving myself captive
My good thoughts turn to bad thoughts, and no plots create plots
One hobbie of mine gets recognition, as the other can only stack cops
Im locked in my own room, where there is no stocks with a life line
There is no opening to my tunnle, now that I dround in my pipe line
There is no such thing as a right mind, cause im left on the wrong side
I guess it started when my first love left, and friends lost in a drive by
My brain grasps onto huge secrets, and my shoulders soon wont heave it
The flow of my life has been horrible latley, and my good is getting sea sick....