Death

Imma recognize myself as a real one
Stuffed sacks
Don't talk back
If you kill one

Take my year
And cut it up into a billion
Pop a pill again
God is sick
As the civilian

Son
Please don't stress
Pain nests
In my chest
The Sun
Sets

Phone
Throbbin
Missed calls on a javelin
Locked outside no logging in
Beat the bush stop sucking in

Looked
Again
Saw my face It wasn't him

All offense
I'm on the fence
Soak the blood
And never rinse

I done taught my self
To clutch the pen
And cry again
And cry again
And cry again
And cry again
And cry again

So what
When will my doors let me in?
Why won't my clothes fit my fins?
When can I live life again
When will I not I miss my fri-

Please don't go
Don't go
Please don't go

Please don't go
Don't go
Please don't go