Under neith a  Porch

Last night I spent under neath a porch , freezing to death without even a torch.Nothing but Fake friend`s,missing end`s and empty Pen`s. Dead batteries and fraudulent salaries.Laying on this matress of broken concrete and old splitered wood did me no good.In the end its not pretend. Isopropal and listerine give you some fucked up dream, puken up green is pretty mean.Like sum fucked up movie that you wish never seen. Every day I want 2 die, this is no lie I wana cry but keep it inside with this fucked up grin. Bringing me down like an alcoholic Clown with a suicidal frown. Or a little puppy thats about to be put down for no reason except for being. I lay there fucking Frezzing bearly breathing tis the season. Mery christmas from under the porch at four a.m with out a torch. Keep your car doors locked or ile be smashen um silently with a Fuse ina sock and taken every fucking thing u got.I can cary alot and know how to brake the lock. I did it be4 I dont feel any more. Jail is soft ive done it alot.I never 4-got, thats why i carry a gloc with this extra clip 4 if shit gets thick. I might even just use a brick and end it right quick.....this is it ..listen 4 the click it can happen REALLY QUICK..!! ..SOCIETY MAKES ME SICK...`click,click`