What ever

Black locks and black smoke...  
Choke on the thought
Im still swimming in the ocean abroad,  
The disk sliped,  
I stared at it through my mirror inverted and twisted but this gift's a curse cause this shit gets worst and i just have to endure, it sucks but fuck it kicking the bucket wont get bucks im stuck,  
Loving it trading my luck for publishing.  
You might think its insanity cause it really is. Fuck vanity its more about what really is. The innocents we use to have as little kids was graphed by that concept im trap in my dialect adapting to mind sets and patters that bind men to a ladder that ends with us capturing our selves true divinity in sync with synchronicity phinx tell us this is a dream. But pain makes us think again we aim for the highest of hights with nobody insight and claim its for the best intrest of the body of light. My heads lit this matrix of trix could disapear with a phase shift the edges just a single inch from here im peaking over it. Wondering if i jump is it worth the trill or is the pain of falling flat over priced, so i decide to do them both instead stay still and take flight then compare both minds. You get the picture if not turn the flash on, you cant see past the lence with the cap on. Its just blackness its just madness so look past it. Please look past it.