The Darker Thoughts of me, Not sorry.

Just passing time.

Hey there, Just passin time,
Breathing this same toxic air that i used up, while wasted on rhymes.

Begging to be heard,
Without ever saying a line.

My lips moved plenty,
My rhythm I could find.
But the words I begged to empty,
Bound themselves in knots, refusing to unwind.
The letters I wasted on feelings of envy, my skin disguised in the man who just turned twenty.
Lies that weren't always friendly, cages to lock up his feelings for any; then he...

He buried it all, painted the walls, dug a garden in the yard,
             Just praying to ignore the assault..

But his head kept him in, with walls at least 90 inches thin.

Those terrible people won't get in.

So just listen for his soul, digging his hole..to his grave he can't wait to get in.
"Put down the shovel.." "you're making me uncomfortable.." the world didn't know how to love him.

He never told the stories that broke him.
The little things that got him.
The guitar strings that lulled him to sleep,
In too deep, where you can't save him.

So just stare from afar, it's the less of the dark..that the world can make him breathe in.
Your giggles will start..the fire in his heart that will only make the end begin.

His soul must be bleeding, for these words to be retreating..so just take it in.
Breathe it in.

Now please, go on...