A mind full of lies to unlearnbecomes being mindful of the energy burn and there ain't nobody here but us chickens, so I'm feeling cocky enough toreference my deep cut competitiondown in the dank to peak or beakthis poetic language couched...

in the dark depths I see your face contorted with ragea coldness confinded by a veneera smile to inviteeyes that implorebut I sense you're on the edgeevoking emotions then walking into the shadowsit's your motion that warns mecalculating your...