I didn't grow up with privilege have hard edges from growing up in hard places and those that don't know me act so cocky towards me always giving my all yet I still get looked down on never good enough for society  a fighter settling for...

I got no body oh no no hands, no fingers, or toes I'm broken up and will be for forever (forever) lost in limbo I feel quite transparent everyone sees right through me might as well be part of the air because I got no body no body to meet...

When the Marching began A swarm of people gathered to watch Dazzled by flag and by flame They did not seeThe people underneath the bootsTrampled to the beat of the drumTrampled as the band played on

I am alone  with those awful voices. Nay, you reader have a real voice! Those hallucinations are evil static!   But I find, that I may find a way out. And then away for home,  to what home was meant to be! Away from these cursed voices!   Away...

Yeah,Vicky.I left a hicky on her neck.Back in the city,I wrote my number on the cheque.Very risky,like tempting Russians in roulette.Plenty sticky.Oh Vicky.Chest of might.Catch of delight.Eye sight’s over-pleasured,break my dyke.Pluck the brains back of the matte blackbarrel, left...