Trust is a hard thing to judge, gavels strike like a backbeat. The juries decision is never final always out at recess, like Tj, school doesn't teach you how to deal with this, Jesse got it right die young and save yourself, but love is our distraction from death, what will you headstone say. R.I.P. here lies the fool, playin him like yo yo, back and forth one to the next, you think the toy,childish, I think ma talkin calssical vibrations. Consistency and self control is that too much to ask. Its been forever since this hand has scribbled I wish these words told a different story then before but its the same old crazy mother from before. If only Id learned would I still be here or is it the pain that brings me to. Its that slow falling feeling bringing me back to reality. I wake up from this dream only to find another. Placin thoughts in my head, thats called inception, deception. Building my world with your lies to help us but its only for you catch that last breath or its life and death twice. Just give me life. Instability brings these buildings thundering down on my head with the quickness of Zues hand. The only recovery is to be space bound fueled from the love of your lies. But lies don't build trust its a cancer laying dormant till it awakes to deteriorate like its HCL. Thats hydrochloric on the intangible to touch the whispers in an empty room a stillness that chills to the core. What is trust to you?
