Dike

Philosophy can't describe this occurrence.  
Hopefully it's a phase and it'll be gone.  
I think I've dug this whole plenty too deep.  
I hope and pray to God above that this issue is solved.  

There's someone coming into my room.  
How can I escape this tomb.  
Seeds of preference are in bloom.  
Yearning to be f**king you too.  
 
There's an intruder in my house,  
Wearing a ski mask and he is brandishing a gun.  
I wake my self up and I hide like a coward.  
If he shoots he'll have to reload so everyone can run.  
 
There's someone coming into my room.  
Sit and wonder if he's gonna shoot.  
Blood shot eyes and a smell of perfume.  
A beautiful thing crawled into my tomb.  
 
Something came into my room.  
It made me have just a little fun.  
I think I might be addicted to this harm.
I'll pack my bags so me and it can run.