Thoughts so grey and blurry. running like the Kentucky derby. so murky, never worthy. Stuck on negatives, sedatives & menaces. Thats just a partial of my colors that I hold so dark, makes me judge every remark, which is the last action that I'm trying to accomplish . I'm in control of this cockpit, Never call it quits. Need to take my own advice, similar to a hypocrite. I spit the fire, have huge goals and desire. Just alot of depression which equals a nasty lesson never progression. take me outta this session, put me in the next, something a lil more complexed. something not as wrecked. or do I gotta earn it, concern it, come to terms with it. Visions getting blurry, consequences getting bigger. very little trusted, the rest are corrupted. growth steady, anxiety making me sweaty, I'm so depressed, chest pressed, my minds possessed. By two worthless demons, making my pain deepen, never sleeping, my anxiety is heaping. Doc said it's controllable, making these demons disposable, never negationalable, always approachable. I'm the CEO of my thoughts, making depression lighter then astronauts, sick of living thoughts of fraud, always landing short, never applaud. Always shoulders Broad. No nod. Steady clean. Cripple you like a broken spleen. Smoking Green. Fine Queen. Mean Gleam. Count me for the opposite of a dream. I'm a Nightmare walking. Muscle Walking. Never Talking, cause I hate people. I'm the the designer of this steeple.