Don't nobody know my troubles with God,
How we be blessed and undeserving of odd.

How the silence creeps when I let it,
How the light fades once i consume what's lit.

Trying to cope with the real,
Failing at translating the feel.

Sinking beneath the ones that act,
Realizing there is no bottom to come contact.

Just death that whispers every now and then,
Charming, alarming, coming but don't know when.

The problem is only what's virtual,
Cause i've no scars to make it real.

Maybe i like being cursed,
The compression, distortion and me at my lonesome worst.

Come god give me company,
To endure this deafening symphony.

Of what's what and who’s how,
In this land of the sacred cow.

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You kiss me cause you like me?
Are you sure or are you just alone like me?

Do you even realize the damage you cause?
When you embrace me and thaw what's cold and paused?

Do you realize the risk you take?
Do you know what I’d do to you if I find out you’re a fake?

That choke before hitting the big O,
Will last longer than it should, hoe.

Am I a threat to you too?
Do I cause a feeling out the blue?

Is it distracting? Lingering unnecessarily?
Or does it help arbitrarily?

Does the high make you feel like you’re gonna fall?
Or alive; cause I see you risking it all.

Do you feel threatened sometimes?
Like I wont take a stand, for you, pay my dimes for crimes?