Manuscripts

Let's take you back to the time Gary fell outta wack again he was in crucial pain feeling sick to his stomach looking to rest up in a hammock he was neglected as a child as his emotional smile was just a fake trial to show the public he's okay when he's just fading away slowly into the lonely world of the intensive dungeon we ain't bugging he's thinking trying to get out of this sinking feeling there's no time for healing as his minds fleeing the scene.

This is unseen he's unsettled looking to burn his skin with the kettles as he is sick of acting like rose petals when he's more like the sting of the nettles he's unsettled and letting his intrusive thoughts get the better of him his father left him alone so he was abandoned and fears forever abandonment this ain't not instrument like the sadness of the piano the boys was cracking open another bottle to drink his pain away and roll up the bag to smoke his feelings away he was flying away as he is done crying now hes just trying.

Summarizing the supplements that he's fallen victim to as he's punishing himself for the benefits of his health well he thinks it's going to bring him closer to hell when did we ever tell he's now looking to make a deal with the devil which inevitably he shakes the hands of his fate trying to get access through the gate yeah the boy is high rated sedated and enjoy his outter experience.

He's weakened at the knees and crumbling to his feet his pixilated reality is slowly dying away his minds getting cold and the hearts not functioning so he must be falling to submission and not able to feel transmission he's killing himself slowly indulging until he's bulging because this kids bugging out he's reacting now to refrain the liquid from flowing inside he's swallowing it tightly with the lightning or even piping his way across the maze he calls his receptor seeing the vision from his retna it's like vengeance no love no mercy just self pity he's getting shitty.

His mind getting tricky to handle so he's blowing out his candle as things are too har to manually handle the manuscript of his transcript he watches the scroll burn away he didn't even try save the day his minds away he's busted looking for the cussing to start cutting and damaging him self as he's dangling from life by the point of his knife the knowledge had faded his brains wasted the receptors aint communicating so the boys slowly fading.

Abandoned himself not looking for help as no one believes him so the alternative reality switched up the script and writes the manuscript and produced the transcript into the scroll and shit and now the boys faded and the personas have awaked to create his much cherished feelings of the central healing instead of dealing with his numbness feelings we are re gaining the boy strength and punching out the sedatives so this boy can live the life and not his lies he's tied, buried and in no hurry. Ohh