#Lydacane have been thinking about darkness and the dimming light escaping my heart and bleeding out but first let me spark this share a little gory stormy storyline lydacane came up missing no shine or anything glistening but pain dealt out more than i can take want to be real and escapeee the fake i became sick of the reputition if a heart was reaching out i was pleading to help numb anyones pain no brag justice has been done inside the aftermath but let me explain about the pending payment for my bloodbath definitely depression that bitch is my shadow if im confession digressions and obsessions to me we became unachievable sick and unreachable then bi*polar disorder knocked at my front door blocking my steps foward so much just decided to chill stay real and continue to deal drugs no hugs free clinical opinions judged as mentally deficient I'm crying out for help looking down all around at 44 tears no longer profound more like a tragic clown i need a buzz i cant find love i tried daily searching up everyday and she would evade and say kenny i think youve had enough so many times she called my bluff this aint about being tough its a little rough to admit as I lay here arms ready to slit so personality no longer split sick of not having shit or my queen to hug and kiss fact of the matter is God knows im coming and on this wicked earth i leave somethingbut most important person ever in my life my only son he must carry on pray that he never follows daddys lead instead stay steady and my love from the otherside at the ready i pray more love and happiness to carry you on for all time .....i know whoever is listening your thinking damn it we all feel sometimes like were sinking got pain and issues and thats true but let lydacane continue to be real with you ive passed my personal limits for pain and only fading away seems to me to be my only relief from a broken life i admit my wrongs but never understanding why i never got a chance to make everything right the pain of loss and regrets seems to be my plite as i feel the cold steal turn warm blood drops in my eye the sun is up high and there is the bluest sky but it all might as well be dark as night thought i could release and write get this devil out of my life i remember that ive had three strikes to whom it concern's i tried not to judge and control my vice but sometimes whenever you're empty inside the lack of love and the gain of pain are the two who get to decide if you can live or die wanted to hang on but whats one more day whats one more song whenever you're still frozen bleeding out all alone,.......