Everything is coming out,
Side of things I can't pronounce,
In a dream my own account,

Not looking for don't want an out,
Connect into my deeper self,
A figure I don't let him out,
A trigger to the way I felt,

Identify but don't allow,
Easier to hide the doubt,
Distracting what I might amount,
Contact and ghost is what a sought,

Invest in hope the common route,
Tie the rope jump from the spout,
The institution hangs around,
Can't escape what's in ourselves,

Truly,
SAD

I catch it but still unpacking what happen,
I'm spirit lacking,
Unhappy and I'm erratic,

Can't fathom being abandoned,
I'm adamantly alone,
Leave me inside of my home,
Don't leave unless I want,

It's unhealthy to assume,
Different beings with different cues,
Going out I always lose,
In my head theres lots of rooms,

Many paths I could pursue,
Very dark and full of gloom,
Known to me but not to you,
So fuck off.

Truly,
SAD

Starting to feel like I only have one emotion,
I'm just artist expressing in focus,
In black and white a dull life is it hopeless,

A smoke I light just to cloudy the whole pic,
In front of mics where I only produce dope shit,
Caught in a fight with somebody I can't win,
Quite voices who hide in the open,

Was a mistake to lean into the darkness,
I carry lanterns a bic and a dart lit,
And now these places not far from where I live,
Can't escape them there under my eyelids,

Paved the way eyes wide open I can't miss,
And when I say this know that I will not quit,
On my grave it reads roped in he strived shit,
Can't argue when I spit.

Truly,
SAD