I need some room to breathe

In a tomb that i can't leave

I can't shake off the hate at this rate

If its my fate just leave me alone

I'm just pile of skin and bones

Nothing really else

You've never been the one to help

I only think about my self

Cus thats all they're really is

I dont have a wife and i dont have any kids

I drown my self in a burning substances

Much more of this and i might just die

But then again why am i alive

And why do i always seem to try

Much more applicaple but yet so incredible

A metaphyical individual on the brink of death

I'm puking in this sink out all of my guts and my very last breath

So nothing less, no no nothing less

Just to ease the stress

This nicotine i've over looken and overseen

Has got me shooken and so unclean

I feel like a fiend and my lungs are startin to bleed

But music seems to be the key to all my ails

Helps me feel significant when i'm stuck inside this jail

Covered cracked lungs in dust

It's starting to seem like there's no God i can trust

Call it greed call it lust call it what you will

Theres an alcholic in all of us if you search inside when you stand still

Confide inside with your own mind

Find all of the internal signs

But belief and positivity is still key

As long as you'd like to be free

From your own mental prison

That you dont fit in just listen

Good riddens

To everyone that absorbed in this social orb

Because the destination is a graveyard

A place that you can't really move that far

Underground in hell how does that sound, can you tell?

Somebody like me

That's crushed by the pressure of his own self pity

Selfish feeling thats shitty

At the bottom of the bottle in the depth of this city

I've seen this place so many times

Freestyling with a handful of rhymes

Deciphering every single sort of line

And making them all stand out as one of a kinds

Darkness illuminated to shine

Well, if it sinks to Hell i guess thats fine

But, at some point in time

I'll make sure to bring it back and claim it as mine

So, what is life to you if nothing ever seems true

No artistic talent, no muse

All challenge, but you were the one to choose

You slacked off backed off, now your the one to lose

So stop acting all confused

Its time to pay your dues

And escape this little ruse

That you threw yourself into

Trapped by the center fold

Caved in by the frozen cold

Clothed in a layer of mold

Your the one that stole

The beating partition of my only soul

And an apparition appeared to me and said

You with the ink and lead

Paint a picture of myself, but dead

And covered in liquid laced with red

A portrait so mysterious

Wonderous and oddly delirious

A painting of something that i could never comprehend

A message that failed to deliver, let alone ever send

A neuron transfer that broke apart at the ends

Metal fired thats only purpose was to bend

So i count 1, 2 straight to 10

I'm just a fraction of these men

All meant to die

In this lie

I dont wanna live anymore

Unless i cloak myself in this core

That only i possess

So here i fall into slumber as i rest