An Advil Please

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.