It's never the bully that's gets his head split it's the victim get the worse of the shit blood leaking out hopping of the bridge spreading the wings all he want was to live but all of the break ups that lead to the make ups all the space the memories take up its just a food to feed his eraser taking a shot do wit no chaser then back to block to accumulate paper looking to hell when in need of a savoir put hands together let's say a lil prayer up in the air like smoke from the barrel fitness apparel get fleek from dinero attack like ya feral sharp in the head like the end of an arrow breaking some bones drinking the marrow put in a pot now she reading the tarot must be an error look of the terror when look in the mirror be that she saw and never seen clearer the monster that's building up big as a bear black in its eyes and blood in hair rage is the form I thought I would share methods performed in front of a mirror