crumbling

the curse to create is cruel

and unusual situations, are written in the rules,

Is it my need to create that causes me to commit the crime

Or is it the consequence that causes me to bleed in rhyme

I was happy for a minute and weeks went by

I was free of self inflicted wounds and lies,

My heart saw a light cruisin round my life

so it shot down the star, and now shit's not right

Why the fuck do I have to follow the trail I've been down before

I've been dragged down this gravel road, I've been locked out this door

only my twisted rope of a mind could turn something so amazing

into an awkward dance.

time to reshuffle the deck.