I'm a Nesquick fanatic,
Milk streams white and chaste.
Yet it lingers my taste,
I stench of crack addicts
Inhaling death by nostril.
The mind is fuming blood
yet eyes are incinerating blaze.
My hearts burning; overheating
everything, evaporating into a droplet
Drop, drop,
drop...Into my deepest abyss of life.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Then I blink and I wake,
to a thick sheet of an ice lake
that ruptures bodies of earthquakes.
And my ears are about to burst,
now everything just hurts.
Now I'm pinching myself,
believing that I'm not really
Believing.
But I don't snap, NO.
I'm still dim and sweaty.
Yet pressure on me heavy,
and holding triggers I'm ready
But it crushing me into a tomb,
from a fetal disdained womb.
I've grown to be a menace,
and I've sprouted hell,
to be the new Devil's Apprentice...
