Deaths Face

Each day I continue the daily whisper into deaths face
Awaiting the results of a mysterious case
But wait, who’s actually running the race
Against myself but I feel me is running at a too slow pace
Oh, hey that’s me that chick up in the cage
Animalistic treatings so I respond in animalistic ways
That’s rage. Claws on, drawn out on the defense
Oh but wait y’all wasn’t ready for this
Pure bliss, staring myself dead in the eye
What you looking at don’t expect me to cry
I’m blind. To the hurt and the painful blows
Nobody knows. From myself I’m not safe
Each day I continue the daily whisper into deaths face

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VincentoGriffith

NIce!

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