Receded...

Ok ... I was just trying to hold it down. Clean sweeping like I was a broom now. The scariest things around, Tend not to ever make a sound.... And as ur deepest fears creep around. U couldn't help but to lure them out. I'm the grenade about to go kaboom, pow. To bad I fell so hard trying to obtain and gain that undeserving crown, wow.... Never learning, how? To much hatred in the tank burnin now, owww. Until that burning starts burning out... I'm reaching for rewards amongst all the risks. They playing some more if they involving this. See I've been here before, now a legend not just a myth. I've settled this score, after I was topping all of it. They're chilled to the core, and it's obvious. With the shivers absorbed that follows quick. Goosebumps pile more and ur feeling sick. But uve still got more, and willing to show all of it. I've leveled up more, I've given this gift. I've evolved for sure, adapted to each of the shifts. I've found the timing, and gave this timing the slip. I've poured this blood and now I take a sip... Because.... I'm playing the game, they playing for fun. I'm coming for war, they fighting for none. I clear the checkered board, they clear the room and then some... I'm coming to restore, my fight as number one. I showed up to become, The overall sum, Of something other then the overall none. Ya, I'm unstoppable, Improbable Trying to stop the rising risks and make them more probable. If its impossible, Ill do it anyways and make it more plausible. Taking each gaze thats gave and then thriving into being more remarkable. With errors less marginal. Rules i suggest and follow because to me, it's logical. Speak of me differently and they lieing, pathological... Im mission impossible, Tom cruising this shit with a gift for bringing something more optimal. I climb over each if these obstacles. I find a reason to do so and do it, like it wasnt even optional. I get to the top as of i was topical. Then sink in slow as i go for being even more unstoppable... Depleted, Feeling Unneeded, Under succeeded. Defeated. But could I relieve it? Could I reprieve it? Sway away from these hits or were they needed? And if so, why would they keep being repeated? I'm receded. By the line I crossed when I was able to defeat it. So leave it. The pain u would weild and carry as a shield for feelings uve heeded. Towards lies ud conceal and use to hide from the real side of things uve gone through as u proceeded. Uve conceived it. That pain and fear forever near, the heart heavy and weighed down by it; concreted. And too conceded, To admit the hurt u feel and escape that real pain u feel and retreat it. Ok well then let's leave it. The pain and emotions that were real because I mean really, who needs it? Go numb to those feels, strike up a deal, with the demons that reveal a deal for u to feel less so defeated... Real is real, and that's more then real; so get with it and achieve it...