Parasites sting my skin unexpectedly

Drain my hope but don’t kill my dreams, please

Survival of the fittest it seems

Prayed hard and clenched on to my bible

Wish I could scream

Stood in a line for 6 hours wish I could tell

Switched on the candle to see if the flames would guide me… well happy April fool’s

Cuddled my wounds as I spent hours on Google and interview chairs

Interviews another social suicide how hurtful

One, two after three times put a pistol to the spiteful and start to hustle or the mind starts to tumble

Dreams start to crumble take a shovel and dig the grave of the hopeless youth

Cause you have drowned their visions truly you are the devil