I got cranked.
Not drugged out.
But messed up beyond recognition.
Cant be surprised,
Messed up my vision,
Became my delusion,
Became my confusion.
The coronation to fame,
So damn hard to tame,
My creation so lame,
The purity in this Pain,
Flanked by keeping me Sane,
Baked by triple dankes,
I drown in these banks,
Fake blood in my Brain.
(A/N I realize I write better when drunk lol)
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