Welcome inside the hell you thought was heaven
the room you never thought of stepping into my thoughts are seven
seven out of seven meaning all bases loaded fish in toxic waste it's such a shame I ain't exploded

As I write what I've spoken a dozen times seems to little and dante versus the devil is fiddle riddled with brittle bone specimen whether or not my life's quiet or not I'm still the bad guy
I can be the good bad guy but I'm still the bad guy, sometimes I ask my dad why he's never been a dad I'm talking to this brick wall hoping that's my dad I've said it never
And this weather is looking a little better but the sun can kill just like typhoons and simple letters sharpened to a knife point, holding my fist to stop how this knife points, in hindsight I wish I wore a frown cuz of how this mic points down

down to the %#@!ty carpet I fall again (fall again)

I fall again

It feels like fall again
I fall again
It looks like fall again


This is a letter to the foundation of no founding foundation, I'm no longer waiting my hand is grabbing all the impatience, breaking any thought of thinking I could've resorted to sinking but this drink is so good when it burns my livelihood
Sometimes I would, sit with the sun as my soundtrack, playing anime ending themes from out the backpack

Trash that, A4 paper couldn't have told my story with measurement in the form of these panels I keep recording
And the trash is overflowing, paintbrushes I'm never holding though the strokes keep repeating emotion I never closed then
The pain comes, should've never opened the closet

Boxes and duct tape signifying my hospice