I wrote when i was sick...got damn worst day in a while!!!
Is there a pancea for my diseasse
O God! Help me please!! bones form the
skeletel system which support my wieght,
But now its all a waste. i haven't
stepped into this realm ever before.
my brain's tore. Heat and fire evermore.
My back sore - like a tired horse or
a whore laying belly flat in a store.
The shores of better health; when will
i arrive there? Right now I can't strive
for a journey fair cuz i'm stcuk in
this lair. My mind has a goad to go
grab the grass. But the harsh hands
harasss my hair. In other words I'm confined
to this dorm of unwanted and unjust
crimes. It's actually no one's fault. But,
if i must, i blame the sole mother
of all natural treasures and natural vaults.
