#UST Ta begin self-conviction, I sit my-self unrestricted, Ta pay a revisit ta them dim lit vivid visions, that remain, lit in this dark subconcious prision As if bein' haunted by my gastly bad past etched memory's, still isn't enough self infliction, ta be labed as'a clause enough ta cause a pause in my own self torment-to-be able ta hear the calls of victory, it's sickening how instead I depict me as a victi-m-ee, why is it always frictioning me, to be causing infinitly searing memories in overlapping passing imageries, that burn there evilish picture's permanetly inta these displays of my minds tele vision screens so efficently, ta the point im reliving a day i cant take, as lay'n wake innocently witnessing, ta the binge-ing in me, as it takes what it's needs off these victims it preys with furiciously inflicted venom in u see as it's source of energy with such great ease as it begin's ta instinctly feed, like a replayable tape able ta be stuck up in someones feed, i've begin ta cringe as manic bipolar that crept up on me, this is a metaphor ta how my regrets burn inta me. Bro this shit rhyme so many syllables I bet you have a hard time reading it hahaha