Tuesday, April 26 2022 - 11:23pm ~ Locked in the vault

Sometimes I like to make my mind redivide into a whole new vibe but then my crime is kind of vile when you think about the people killed slowly but Shirley I takethose  unworthy and rebuild a wall that feeds on love but outtakes my fun and then I can even realize what has been done so how could I ever undo the sun as it burns away my crust and I’m exposed my surface turned to dust they laugh while I melt to hash only to be trashed for what I expose I feel imposed and I don’t want to grow I froze and my mind went ghost. Am I the host of this reality show no claim to the thrown but always undergoes the blame of your trauma never really committed to the drama I have to be compartmentalized into a shaman so I can extract your problems and give you solutions while I’m swallowed by your moments of silence and solum pauses of armor just to be redirected to your lava and then again we are coated in the painful solace and  never again will we remember what came when we can only remember who we gave away in exchange for safety or clarity of shame.