heavy lead, and thick yellowed paper. all the shitty darkness, starts to fucking taper. with white knuckles, my hands are shaking. all i ever wanted is mine for the taking. me conforming, a normal fucking #life. and all it's gonna take is some guts and a knife. who the fuck am i kidding? i don't have the guts i sold them to the devil with my soul, as cold cuts. my mind is racing, my pulse speeding up. should i use a knife, or chase some pills with a cup? thinking and thinking should i end my fucking #life, seems like the whole thing is one fucking strife. my minds clearing up, i'm settling down. i guess i 'll live another day in this fucking ghost town.