my hobby is to gaze in emptiness filling the world with color ,colorless my heart's between my lungs ,wrecking me to breathlessness because my thoughts destroy my own strength, rendering me defenseless thats why I start reacting through my mind and choose silence instead of truth.. because no matter how much good you do you'll be treated good ... ha nah thats too good to be true instead you get betrayed,berated pushed and abused .. and they still have the balls to ask "why does so much hate reside inside of you?" people close to me will always abandon me because i guess they ran out of love if you weren't ever hurt or hated my presence believe me you weren't close enough what am I ? a mere existence not gifted,no qualities either so i am just eager and persistent to find a fucking reason to live or end it with no resistance what good is running your dry tongue on dry lips for moisture what good is to trade your blood for intoxicating poison what good is expensive liquor with no music to vibe in I clench my fist till they carve my fingernails on my palm then i quench my thirst with blood punching and stabbing till its bloodier than vietnam on napalm stay calm this is my blood thirst you're dealing with my blood lust you're feeling it ..lingering sticking in your soul fake promising your last wishes as my dark secrets unfold what am I? I am the shuffle in bushes before I decapitate your head I feed on your fear thats why no one comes near me , I am two kind , too abnormal,painful and brutal I am filling my crevices by putting my lyrics in , my brain bleeds rhymes on paper and I am penning it I am vicious,victorious,A loser but ferocious I am fucked up with my personalities making me nauseous no straw is holding me back , what I CAN do even my mind still frightens me my spinal chord's replaced with some fucking knives stabbed behind me still every prose I compose believes in a fight in me my passion has promised my name branded in History Holla at me , if you got the J-I-S-T