wake up, son.

I feel so gone
so twisted and trying to grip it
I kneel, so lost
my fists in my hands, try not uh trippin
I seal my kiss cause
the real me kneels palms quickening my blindfold
I scream and squeal in hopes of future sex appeal
appealing I'm feeling a want for more feelings
something worth keeping the demon from seeking
my wrist hopes for breaks in a slicing delay
please give me a break, turn on your own wake
look in the mirror and realize our awake
its no dream, just stop and don't scream
this is the you, true to who he knew
a man thinking of dreaming yet out loud he's screaming
don't die!!.....
but out here I lie
a man wishing to die
a man wishing to cry
but his eyes open and dry
he lays and he waits
only to begin the cycle delayed....
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