- I breathe fire.
- The Chaos of my life is the fuel.
My breathe is toxic, and my words are poison. I am not human anymore. I burn myself to remind myself I am still all too human. My skin and bones betray me. My face cracks/has cracked, under the pressure. My eyes are till keen, but my hair has lost it's sheen. Now that I'm an O.G. I feel like acting like a child. I want to bitch slap someone random for no reason. I want to be violent and carefree. Too bad I know what jail feels like or I would still be trying to find out. The blue birds are singing and there's a black dog at my heel. When this feeling takes hold what do you do?