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