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Davy Disease
I'm a marked man, branded by my own hand. I hide my shame easily enough.
Its amazing how little people notice, how they can look right past what they dont know is there. I count on this quirk of human nature to protect my secret. I use many tools daily to survive and conceal myself from discovery.
Its effective, but it grinds on a man knowing that ninety percent of waht he does is designed to keep the world at arms length.
I'm more alone than anyone else i know, I dont think anyone but maybe my little brother even has a clue who I really am, I guard myself because I don't trust anyone but me.
Not even my baby brother. His intent I trust, he's inexperienced and naieve though. I Thank whatever God is out there for his inexperience and naievete, but my gratitude doesn't equal faith that he wont say some dumb shit to boost his "street cred" in an attempt to impress some chick.
I've only allowed two people to know me in the past eight years, my first love and my last love. I believe for the most part they honored the confidence, but I have little doubt that my honesty is why at least the last one chose to part ways.
She chose self preservation over love and was wise, I'm a disease, i infect and destroy all who I touch with my sickness, either directly or by proxy I will destroy you if you let me.
I should be fucking quarantined so i cant infect anybody else.
I used to sling speed, a lot of speed, in a town where everyone knows if you take a shit before you even flush the toilet. I saw people spinning out, and knew they werent in ontrol, knew the right thing was to cut them off, but I didnt, I kept right on selling them that shit knowing they were behind on their rent, behind on their car, I didnt care as long as they paid me. And I put two of my friends in rehab, Watched as an eighteen year old girls eyes lost all traces of a soul.
I watched and counted the money and told them to call me tomorrow, I got more comin, asked if they knew anyone lookin.
Just call me Davy Disease. Im fucking infectious.
Its amazing how little people notice, how they can look right past what they dont know is there. I count on this quirk of human nature to protect my secret. I use many tools daily to survive and conceal myself from discovery.
Its effective, but it grinds on a man knowing that ninety percent of waht he does is designed to keep the world at arms length.
I'm more alone than anyone else i know, I dont think anyone but maybe my little brother even has a clue who I really am, I guard myself because I don't trust anyone but me.
Not even my baby brother. His intent I trust, he's inexperienced and naieve though. I Thank whatever God is out there for his inexperience and naievete, but my gratitude doesn't equal faith that he wont say some dumb shit to boost his "street cred" in an attempt to impress some chick.
I've only allowed two people to know me in the past eight years, my first love and my last love. I believe for the most part they honored the confidence, but I have little doubt that my honesty is why at least the last one chose to part ways.
She chose self preservation over love and was wise, I'm a disease, i infect and destroy all who I touch with my sickness, either directly or by proxy I will destroy you if you let me.
I should be fucking quarantined so i cant infect anybody else.
I used to sling speed, a lot of speed, in a town where everyone knows if you take a shit before you even flush the toilet. I saw people spinning out, and knew they werent in ontrol, knew the right thing was to cut them off, but I didnt, I kept right on selling them that shit knowing they were behind on their rent, behind on their car, I didnt care as long as they paid me. And I put two of my friends in rehab, Watched as an eighteen year old girls eyes lost all traces of a soul.
I watched and counted the money and told them to call me tomorrow, I got more comin, asked if they knew anyone lookin.
Just call me Davy Disease. Im fucking infectious.
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