who are you?

you'd think with time things would get a little bit easier.

inhaling death, exhausted only getting sleepier .

i tell myself I'm good so i can finally fall asleep

many nights on an empty stomach cause i cant seem to F#$@ing eat.

I'm starting to adjust with all this pain inside my chest now

but I'm still troubled by her that's why i keep my head down

i drink cause when intoxicated is how i get round.

but end up right back where i started in my head now.

a story of heartache disconnecting ,misconception.

i just wannna be okay, standing in merky waters deception

maybe its cause I'm seeing things from one too many perspectives.

so i work my magic in the basement just to cope with all the headaches

i really try so insanity wont get the best of me

but the coping mechanisms would be the death of me.

but i walk out cause i must finish what i started.

was born cursed, cant see the chains wrapped tight around where heart is

grow a day older, and even colder fading in with in all darkness

i spilled my blood all on my canvas,

I'm a different kind artist.

I'm shedding tears , but i cant seem to ever make i sound.

And GOD when i need you the most how come your not around

leaning to the fleeting of an endless dream

pleading and bleeding , kneeling and screaming, things aren't as they seem"

i'm always weeping and tweaking, peace of mind is still what im seeking.

this pain is torture of horror , cause my demons conceiving...