Quality restored?            

A manipulation of myself to prove quality's restored.  
Illusive, unfulfilled dreams
your entrails are now dissolved.  
To find the dawn you must not ever stop the fight.  
You fight yourself
you know him well
It doesn't feel so right.  
So, make him small and storage him behind and in your head.  
"Don't wrangle, see, suffer no more, I love you" mama said.  
I answered back but it was too late...the time for her had come.  
I sniffed a line to ease the pain ..I think I even cried.  
That's weird because we never had a mother fucking bond.  
I looked myself, my tiring chief and started again to rot.  
 
Disgrace and shame and my abcess are now my remains.  
Potentials in pages of my mind and psycho mental pains.  
-Look after me I want to see a different kind of play.  
-I'm sorry, self, enormous rush, I can't fight with you today.  
-You never will, you suck, I bleed, you slay my hand.  
-To get away you even searched another land..  
You're fool to think I'll let you go,men, you are doomed.  
 
The clamor sings, renounces you, so it's assumed.  
 
Soul and skin smelled like shit,filthy disease.  
 
Our candle fades..and if it rains.. we are deceased..