pacin back in fourth feeling sorry for my mom and regretting the day I was born because all I see in the reflection showing was a pair of 2 black soulless eyes and a pairs of cracked DEVIL horns protruding threw my forehead halos hanging on by a thread,with SATAN in my ear whispering& INSTAGATING ME SAYING "you might as well take a look at yourself boy your already walking around dead your 36 yes old with no career or kids your hole family disowned you and the only time you do so anything good is when your laying in a cell bed do go ahead and put that gram of tar up in your arm because your better off with the dead.that spooked me and i started coughing thinking to myself what the fuck then SATAN POPPED BACK UP IN MY HEAD SAYING "ENOUGH OF ALL THIS TALKIN HOUR SOULS MINE NOW AA IM CHAINED THE FUCK DOWN IN MY COFFIN ROTTING WITH THE DECEASED PICKIN AWAY AT MY SKIN LIKE AN INFECTUOS DISEASE YOUR DIFFERENT BUT NOT UNIQUE HAHA ESPECIALLY WHEN THERES A MILLION OTHER PWOPLE IN THIS WORLD THAT HOLD THE SAME EXACT BELIEFS.THEN RIGHT BEFORE SATAN STARTS TO TORTURE ME I WATVHED MY GUARDIAN ANGEL COME DOWN FASTER THEN A BLINK AND TURF SATSNS BUTCH ASS WITH A NASTY 10 PIECE SAYIN OH NO I DONT THINK SO NO BRYCON ALLEN HESTH IS COMING WITH ME....THEN I WOKE UP AND STARTED TO SEE MY THE NORMAL COLR OF MY SKIN AND LIPS THT WERE JUST PURPLE AND BLUE FROM LACK OF OXYGEN THAT CEASED TO BREAK THROUGH.BREATHING LIKE I DO PIST OFF WORSEER THEN BEFORE I PUT THAT GRAM OF TAR UP IN MY ARM TRYIN TO MEET MY MAKER AND FINALLY HAVE MY JUDGEMENT DAY BUT WHO THE FUCK DO I THINK I am to make that decision and try to have the last say................inside my mind thus life is like a fuckin rottin corpse that's about to decay, put your soul on a scale son and witness how much it weighs,taken your freedom for granted everyday your out and smoking slamin and snorting dope and always Givin a good chase to the dragon, smearing the tinfoil cuz its all over getting everything blackened, I can feel my sanity leaving me slowly day by day my souls starting to get use to all the hate that's. been building up that's why it made me madened like my fuckin sanity was being octioned off with its own unique Patton. stuck inside purgatory shark tank.but fuck these demons fuckin lames watch this shit as I get it crackin.even though I I got tattoos & I stay doin drugs and continue to live life in the fast lane I ain't ever lost my sense of loyalty and faith, living in sin doing everything I ain't suppose to do I do anyway with a devious grin,a lill pride as well shits stays lookin grim.wishin I had a true best friend that wanted me to be what I truly wanted to be not a junkie and fine that don't even clean out his syringe