Chapter 1
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I must ? the wheels of this cycle
Seclude my revolution
The canvas is mine to do with what I will
My portraits are ill
Sickening moments of depravity held captive
Screaming to be liberated
Seething with self hatred
Though I still see summer skies adorned in bluish hues
Forming contadictive backdrops to my gray condition
The hole I live in has been driven deep into the facade I display
I lead you in and then disappear within the maze
Inhale my fairy tale...scented with the mystical
But don't focus on the individual
Wander in the visual allow the tone and depth to rivet you
The ugly truth would only hinder you
That's what I say to myself
That's why I stay to myself
No Chewy to my Solo
Social disidente watch friends from a distance
But there in an instance when needed
Yo I stay weeded
Crushing buds with a quiet excitement
Ahhhh yes...these are my friends, my BUDS
It's cool although I do pay for the love
It's at least 10 to kick it if I wanna chase the rush
A little extra if I wanna taste a Dutch
That's what you call injury after an insulting punch
Life is crazy
Or maybe it's me
My mind is like a lambourghini locked in hi speed
I can't stop thinking
But I can't start writing
What a spiteful paradox
Arousing my words to rank in formation
And then extinguishing their charge soon after
Until the next chapter...
Original mental secretions by: Jolil
Seclude my revolution
The canvas is mine to do with what I will
My portraits are ill
Sickening moments of depravity held captive
Screaming to be liberated
Seething with self hatred
Though I still see summer skies adorned in bluish hues
Forming contadictive backdrops to my gray condition
The hole I live in has been driven deep into the facade I display
I lead you in and then disappear within the maze
Inhale my fairy tale...scented with the mystical
But don't focus on the individual
Wander in the visual allow the tone and depth to rivet you
The ugly truth would only hinder you
That's what I say to myself
That's why I stay to myself
No Chewy to my Solo
Social disidente watch friends from a distance
But there in an instance when needed
Yo I stay weeded
Crushing buds with a quiet excitement
Ahhhh yes...these are my friends, my BUDS
It's cool although I do pay for the love
It's at least 10 to kick it if I wanna chase the rush
A little extra if I wanna taste a Dutch
That's what you call injury after an insulting punch
Life is crazy
Or maybe it's me
My mind is like a lambourghini locked in hi speed
I can't stop thinking
But I can't start writing
What a spiteful paradox
Arousing my words to rank in formation
And then extinguishing their charge soon after
Until the next chapter...
Original mental secretions by: Jolil