I see the devil in my window. Can’t run, can’t hide, nowhere to go. I’ll take Xanax, I’m in slowmo. Getting fucked up when there is no hope. I see the dead rising from the shadows. I’m starting to think I’m losing control. Depression calling me as the wind blows. I’m stuck in reality as my time folds. I think I passed my expiration date and there is no time left on my plate. Don’t think that I got what it takes. Slip the lean and smoke up the haze. It makes me relax and behave and without it I may go insane and blow out my own god damn brain. Without a fucking doubt the suicidal note I left got you thinking why and how and I’m sorry if you cry and pout. Blame me constantly but pray my vows. Death takes no bribes and the truth hurts once you’ve realize. That my mind got fucked and compromised. To death they part, yeah now that’s just another fucking lie, there is no paradise and It hurts to die. I can’t run or hide, there is no hope or anywhere to go. I’ll take more xannies and black out, out of control. Too fucked up to even care about own my soul. I try to keep it all on the down low. So cold it’s winter at the North Pole. So hot with darkness in a black hole But there’s no where to go. Because I see the devil now in my bedroom. Cant more, can’t breathe, he has control. Drugs be killing me just to inspire me but it is worth it. Might be worth it. Yeah it’s worth it. As long as I control it. I’m better when I’m fucked up, that’s the truth I can feel that I’m running out of luck, It’s the truth. Every time I’m around I feel confused. I can’t take another heartbreak or lose. But that’s just the path I chose. OR DID IT CHOSE ME!!! DROPPED TO ME KNEES!!! SUICIDAL BREEZE!!! My demons keep falling me. Help me, help me, help me. So again here’s the devil compromising my system. Turning me into a slave because I’m the victim. I can’t take it anymore, I ain’t lying. Im crying. I’m dying. Reviving, to be flying. To the the stars and I ain’t coming back. That’s a fact. Being sad as shit gets me all fucking mad and shit, but fuck it because that’s too bad. Suck it up, pop a pill and smoke a joint fast. Hopefully with time it’ll pass. But it doesn’t help me. No, it doesn’t help no more, I pass out on the floor. My best friend woke me up like what the fuck bro. I can’t do that shit no more. But the devil is controlling my soul. Distorting and manipulating my mind. Hypnotizing and commanding my lifeline. Ain’t no better than some of the people in my life. But I’ll try to not die and live up to the best of my ability. I’ll tell you I’m in pain because of all the humility. So Pray for me, pray for me, pray for me, pray for me. Because the devil decided to handcuff me.

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