Problem.

Problem]<

The heartbeat of the machine only races racisms lie.

Gone she goes- the flawless dream casts imbittered guilt made of thought.

Eyes open blacks the view-, silk draped over my shoulder, i didnt pick that color.

floating is peaceful above drowning in emotion.

The idiot sitting next to me cries in laughter because hes not willing to see his own reality, im so jelious.

Freight train from China copies my every thought.

4 walls, 1 ceiling.  - the glass floor watches my every move.

30% how the fuck. Elitist pricks- gimmie some raid I'll nuke em all.

Gasoline and fear start no fire. Will and dreams do.

I dunno louie- " trying " seems like a 2 way street with a dead end.

Stillness speaks only when it feels.

Hi Dad, thanks for the penny- perfect timing.