The damage has been severe you'd think it was unreal My externals no longer feel My internals are turned to ashes and dust

It’s written in my wrists, and my legs that threat to break

I’ve walked for long through this objectionable maze Trying for almost 3 damn years to let my logic lead what seemed a never ending psychological manipulation Has finally forced a hint
Clarity has hit deep in the depths of my near death heart beat

i find that perhaps these unfortunate times are but a figment of pure imagination adapted to cruelty.
Its like a nuclear bombing. Chemicals circulating near lethality spreading in the air

all around there’s few but many losing all the particles that makes them, them.
how unfortunate it is to live your last days in disparity and fear

though I wouldn’t exactly know Because there’s the few but many, a lot like me who were formed to be built with an incredible might this is not a blessing but a sickening sin
the only battle I have yet to overcome is the one I’ve brought upon all on my own