kiss the scotch

[Just Write]

No will to search, for a heart killed at birth
Give my body to death, leave my will to hurt
The real disperse, in the midst of frauds
Life fades further when I kiss the scotch
I insist to pause........ for those gone away
I miss you guys, that's not wrong to say
Shape my soul, the pain has taken hold
I write about death because I wait to go
Time is essence, will it end in my direction?
Ill leave behind my music to remind the questioned
Watch yourself, no one else will stop for help
The stream is mainly for those to rot in wealth
So spend your dreams, buy things not meant to see
I'm already at the gates... so hand your sins to me