quandry

When I'm on the brink..
of quandary
First inkling, natural instincts to drink.
Bad.. with backwards thinking
Just to add look at my body language.
Tell I'm mad.
Zig zag coming at you from weird angles.
Crazy mind of mine doing backflips.
like I was spiderman upside down
watching the Olympics gymnastics.
Practice methods to madness.
wrapped in bad habbits. #
My past in fragments, patterns of trauma.#
Attatched, carrying bags of excess baggage.#
Over time the bad memories vanish#
and you find a way to manage. #
If that don't work! #
Man I got planned unconventional tactics.#
Red-flagged to do damage.#
Multidimensial savage.#
With the blueprints to produce havoc. #
Your on earth I'm on Saturn of the planet.#
Bitch I'm crazy as fuck you know it #
married to a deathwish.#
The judge let me off, to lenient.#
For fiends it's to easy #
the need to keep feeding it.#
Tendencies to be violent. #
Only natural to flip over #
a few cars and start riot.#
flee at the sound of sirens.#
It's primal to notice weakness in prey#
Behind that look in my eye, nothing but a hungry #
lion and you the bait.#
My revenge a richochet.#


proceed with caution. nauseous