vents

[Bodey]

so focused on a rhyme lately, i'm not makin sense.
pressin hard onto the paper, here's to breakin my pens
i'm a woman dismayed, made outta paper mache
cuz i never had a thick skin, i'm a sensitive prey.
sometimes i feel afraid that i cant save her today.
it's okay, on the inside i'm the plainest of grays,
though the blacks and the whites are much harder to tame.
they come leakin out raging from my drug-addled brain,
an organ slumped over forever like it's saddled with pain
Unstable. it could cause jaws to drop down in fear
no Dayquil, but i'm sewn with enough night to last a year