Blade in hand

Under my command

A madman, a badman, a mad plan

Still nerves curve cuss words

Fuck truth

Hurts to know I don’t know

But I wander once green fields

Riddles with dry leaves

Why leave the sky thieves free, unsealed?

They want to steal the clouds

Can’t bare a wonderin’ mind

Can’t stand to be left behind

Too scared to step out of line

Spite for the brave that’ll try

What a weak will

What a sad frail little bug, ew

I’m lookin’ for cheap thrills

Flauntin’ pen skills

Hauntin’ bleak hills

No medication for perpetration

No hesitation to set this pace when

I sit and work I get the taste and

There’s no stoppin’ the need

A vampire cravin’ some blood

Sometimes I just fiend for a rhyme scheme

Guess that’s the true me