if it was a summer morning id probably be sleeping writing verses bleeding from the pen seething with disgust for what I am my morals may lie in me but are they actually mine . I've been thinking of death I am out of breath my mind does more damage to me than the noose can ever fetch . people always talking about how to stay happy but no fucker taught me to deal with my insecurity society as an evil was closing onto me , only ever knew how to please all of these fucks who never gave one about me . whenever I was sitting alone I got confident of my dreams but like the sky and the ocean they seem to meet at the horizon so I started flying trying to step on a cloud no wings , no faith i found myself drowned. meaningless like stones in a crown, lifeless with a green leaf half brown.