My flow is equivalent to the stuff that makes...
I'm resilient... yes by every means...

Jester upon jester those old memories never get to...
The sound of laughter a room full of silent cries...

When we find the way we always lose ourselves...
Madness... insanity all these things are found...

I think about you often
actually more times than I should...

November 30th I still remember the day
But the image is gone...

Everyone cry's
Every one has to die...

Serious to eager
Taking in every emotion...

I can feel the heat on my chest
As the 3 bullets slide in and out my Breast...

Melancholy means sadness
Tragic it means everlasting...

It never lasted
It was false hope...

Do you remember?
Back that day...

A witness to my own feelings and yet I could never...
The torn notebook pages from my later work, carry...