abuse words verbally like my voice is a awfully cocky obnoxious Bobby the opposite of calmly and the dictionary it's quite contrarily apparently is a scaredly withering Whitney that's stretching incredibly thin Like a literary hyper ah-nomm-ali even though I'm strapped with vast amounts of bombs on me I come calm in peace properly arranged to explain this deranged brutality perfectly/ Force the English language to work for me like a particularly dark time in history/ Optimistically take the tongue twister trickery and aggressively attack a vocabulary vocally and pinpoint personally/ Not physically but a barrage on your psyche, almost psychedelically/ Use words medically, like a surgeon I expertly plant thoughts whispered softly but assertively/ like inserting The offspring game over welcome to the off screen don't make me dust ya promptly like moth wings Moving letters like chess pawns to express thoughts that exhault the pawn kings masterfully and creatively/ Gruesomely grotesque but gorgeous thoughts are written down beautifully/ You can't help but hear the perplexity of myth-thot- i-clee placed words with comradery/ as An oddity with the audacity to raise the bar and up the capacity/ Because what comes out of me has to be exactly what you have to see because it is me/                 Not just a part of me but all of me/ I'm not a fallen being or a falling tree sitting in the forest all silently, quietly all by my lonely/ It's just the opposite actually and factually/ I will attack with a dialect so violent you violently retract causing you to react cowardly automatically/ I don't even have to lift a pinky, cut yours off and then its left in a box until its all rotted n' stinky/ Let my words linger where ever there is where the air is declared shared with its fair share of the most rarest of all weed smoke, you cant even dare to compare with damn skippy the air is now all thick and sticky/   primarily close to being vapors that's inhaled in Periodically come back to peek and see if you've figured out the mystery and found the key/ One that'll decipher decisively what it is that I've let out of me and how it spread out to all humanity/ I could never have planned it, see, it had to happen naturally, organically if you will/ And not to build it up falsely but I honestly, fell back then, i exhaustedly made amends they didn't have the balls to let me explain this shit or fallout and re thought the things of me and it cost me considerably/ So now this mastery I hold of word delivery bestowed to me gets jotted down feverishly/ With an intensity equal to none inside of this shitty century, can't censor me/ Got a consistency that forces me to constantly cross the border of insanity repeatedly/ Time only to watch my talents as they literally wither away for all of eternity/ Such a tragedy to see such agony but please, no apology brought on by a small sign of sympathy/ Just let me be as I drift farther out to sea to a place you'll never see/ To let these works mold me into someone you could never be/ don't fear death for death offers me tranquility thats where i find my peace that i never really get to see or get to be, so i just bind myself up in my own confines of a former self which is now what describes what makes me me whom was left behind justthe old dead me yuh Empty I can’t feel anymore. Normally I’m in pain or usually I’m sore. But not here recent. recently I am not happy or joyful. But I’m also not sad or depressed. This is new. I can’t explain. It’s like a never ending never breaking emptiness. Something good happens and I’m lucky to crack a slight grin. Maybe this is a good thing. No more sadness no more depression. Maybe I’m just an empty shell. I’ve watched my friends go one by one as I stay here. Sometimes it feels like I’m on another planet. Or maybe I’m living in a dream. I’m more in a notebook than I am outside. I’m more inside my head but honestly nothing is there. This is more than deadinside this is something else. I feel like a zombie off medication I feel like I am in a different world unexistant to everyone else. Like I’m trapped inside a box unable to find the lid like I’m behind a mirror staring at the real me. This is what I live with on a daily basis its outrageous unable to talk or feel. i feel as if I’m no one. do ya feel me? if not then oh well bc already i cant ever feel myself