another new song 🎶

i whipped this one up last night, i hope y’all enjoy. it’s very rhyme centered hehe

my troubles are passed on through rhyme

the ceiling fan is spinning while my heart is weeping

running out of ways to die

i can’t seem to think of anything anymore, because

over and over, my head is splitting

i cant feel anything after all of this hitting

watch my ghost loom over my grave, she’s spitting

sitting, all alone, a phantom in my own home

the name they’ve slapped on me still isn’t sticking

like gum in my hair, they’ll have to do some snipping

slipping, out of the grasp of a familial embrace

i cant feel my face, my face, my face

my troubles are passed on through rhyme

some call me “a poet”, some call out “whore”

they accuse me of committing a crime

turns out that i’ll do some time

locked up in none other than my mind