Poet master my words cost mental disaster.
On a different level plus I never been a actor.
Heart stain with pain but falling ain't a factor.
Eternally bleeding soul drifting faster and faster.
Yet I still stand tall words higher than the pastor.
Yep! pain flowing through my veins driving me insane.
Some may say that my words are more addicted than cocaine.
Lord know that I need help but why can't I pray.
Each night I am begging the lord to meet me halfway.
But we both know that I am beyond reach heart cold and gray.
Bones shatter as my soul start to decay.
Words fill with venom so my religion became pain.
Yet my heart and soul still stand tall in this acid rain