DARK SPOTS

I'm tryna' live my life today,

In a thankful & forgiving way ,

But ,but ...try as i may...

Not hard to make my mind go astray,

& when it goes...it goes for days,

And its known to stay ,

In dark spots all alone with hate,

The consequences gettin' high as steaks,

The monsters trenches where they hide the snakes,

In the middle of mystic River inside the lake,

I feel like its a crime to fake ,

The public ,but they love their space,

The universe & galaxy, its all just make,

...be- leave ...even though no one can make you believe ,

I hate to be mean ,but outter space is a dream,

Not an actual place,with a mask on your face ,

Advancing the race,

Of super Truman show, human clones ,

Even Gavin New-some owns,

One ,so you know theyre safe,

Like when I blow my vape ,

Dont even know my strength,

Bouncin checks ,i might owe that bank,

When everything's all said & done,

Better get the led ...out & run,

Or be headed...in the wrong direction,

We were born into a long deception ,

The best offense is a strong deflection,

I was wrong to guess been ,

Incorrect bout who I thought was my best friend,

My direction, besides gettin high and question,

All that ...that..that shit dont fit the narrative ,

Apparently, I swear to be all squared up & sharing things in therapy,

Cuz only thing thats scaring me is the thought of losing where it be..the very thing that been impairing me,

Row row row your smokes,

Twist that wrap gently round the green...

Merely merely, marry me ,Sarah Lee.... i swear Merrel Streep is on the screen...

As the day now resides,

Now the shade drowns the light,

How afraid clowns are of night,

The dust from stars we might be ,

But all pretending & fun aside please ,

The very idea of my buyin' these things..

When i'm retired from swings ,

And punches & kicksy'z ,

Bunch of the gypsies ,

Once was under a tipsee...

You mean " under a tee-pee"?...

Cuz the one that was speaking was stunning, my breathing..

Started over & my core-a-zone.. underbeatin'...

Like the thunder peek hissed, & springs twist..ed up like you know what if its on the up & up & roughin' me up ,toughen my stuffin',

Till my whole pumpkin was successfully jumped in 2 this slum click,

Milk half gallon project buildin',

Where the only objects killin' ,

Were NOT civilians,

Lots of feelings ,

Are lost in ceilings ,

That've been remodeled & lost their healings...

Strength, strengthen n' structure, maintenance & take no corruption when debatin' on your induction of friction and thrust when ,

I become a has been of a husband ,

Now im your dad's friend, or somethin'..

And you're like the lost art of Kung foo...

Im the karate kid in a coma ,they run tubes,

Through my throat ,it makes me choke up spew,

The last thing I heard you say was love you,

Then you up flew..

The coop ,left me on the stoop...

..id...is..what..stoop..id..does, the

Beauty that i once knew ,could ever be this unsmooth,

All the lies that were untruth,

Some come unscrewed, unhinged and unglued,