Klonopin, Drama, Sin.

[Mr. J]

Unapologetic the forcefield keeps me present
Guarded by the profession, ideals fluorescent.
Guided through depression accurately dependant.
Listen...I dreaded these seconds after first come...
First serve basis, critical hits, back to the worst one.
Channels flip through and view the catastrophe.
Use apostrophes to cut through the broken fantasy.
Listen...their words are driven by fault, giving my all
Hopefully the dividends call leaving innocence in awe.
Didn't I draw when the pace was done, submit it or not
I'm drawn in, skinning the holster, nit-picking the soldiers
The living is bolder, bothering the miniscule composure
Sorry for the short comings, this is the bored onion...
Crying over the board, nothing. The swords rushing.
Forget the serrated knife and the liars of a jaded life.
Reasons to make it right or pull it together to stay alive.
Friday is my sickness until Saturday nights fever...
The fuck that mean? Don't care, that candlelight leads ya.
I battle times teasers that end up being a flipped tarot card
If this didn't make sense...good...better be careful y'all.