me and my mind don't mean to be rushy
Theorotically im just a abolitionised damned from my forgivness
Holding my sanity like my ammunition
Listening to the coldest weather's breath
Knowing it will outlive me before i make it to hell
But when these kind of words you write turn themselves into knives you start to wish the world was as indesicive as you
But destruction can be so beautiful
When we dont judge and put value on it
So if this world im in is manmade
WHy cant we rebuild it
But in my head
There lies a criminal
Covicted for the crime of making the foundation of reality imagination
so "they" say
have we forgotten that imagination is just a figment of reality
And yes reality may be the best policy
but insanity is always the better defence