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One of many consumptions


Are we incapable of meeting our goals our dreams our fantasies Do we despise the force it has over us Or Is it what we lack of And in need for More remorse do we feed upon thee As a leach will feed upon your skin Sucking your blood While it flows Leaches we are you are until we end our consumption passed satisfaction which is not enough but to have over flown by an addiction an addict to cocaine Yayo white girl as they I must say Call it Taking the time The time to get her ready Lay her out right but not too tight But persist to each particle for each consumption will be an exotic toxin emotion overflowing your mind taking over your soul no control whatsoever but only in her hands Oh my the light has become so bright As I come into my darkness still wanting to lay her right As I come to realize my ends aint looking to right oh shit a snap shot right in a picture frame Starshot Who asked To become insane with my identity not wanting to become portray Noticed all known every life aspect on every inch of your decision making will this define me I heard that Actions speak louder than words so what does that have to say about I Myself Is more defined in different aspects not only in actions But in the mind of oneself true self Nor Waste the time of others Respectful to those that may not be so much in return But so I demand it if being dealt with I say Demand Oh yes I'm all over the place wanting to become one in itself just one with all I feel and know this has to come into an end what more can I ask for this notebook and pen brings me to a place As I relax Go loose with my choice of words I proclaim all centered its me best believe...
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