Week 5 Title Match - Certain (4-0) vs. Mr. J (3-1) - MR. J WINS 7-1

[Mr. J]

It's been several days lost in my own thought process
I think of...lost concepts, hoping one would draw progress
screams of the mind, echo from ear to ear in silence
the depth alone could hold bodies, cities, lost to defiance
what sinks in is what held enough weight to bury me
care free isn't the idea I hold due to this reoccurring..scary dream
a rarity, diamond in the rough, my curse alone is hope
life the beach who wears it down enough to blow my toast
a message in a bottle that traveled farther than I
where the unknown circles below, making it harder to cry
lost beyond the black keys...looking for reinvention
or some kind of line that would catch or hook some attention
I'm looking defenseless, it looks like I blew it with that note
a melancholy song strung along, consuming my throat
there's too much of this surrounding me to get me free
to get me...free...I fear the end is closing in eventually
Circulating.. the blood that I put into this
Predators I created, in my own influence
the pressure is on to stop...or continue on and lose it
salt to the wound...it's all too soon
what I drink is polluted to the point it could poison me
everywhere I look makes me drift further away, joyous dreams...
something that's void to me, I can't help but feel trapped
the sky used to carry my imagination that feelings peeled back
it's been several days, I can tell you the truth I no longer feel that
grasping onto literature for days, screaming out spiritual praise
hoping something would flow out and fulfill my day...
something to grasp onto and help me feel safe, secure
I could fall deeper into the situation and embrace the pure..
the...safest cure when life seems to slowly fade away
but I'm planted here and to be honest it didn't change today
I'm still the same lost, insecure branch of society
floating in the vast ocean realizing today is the last time I breathe
I need to let go...because no one could find me in this threshold
I need to let go...it's been several days and no one knows I left home
I guess I should have been more respectful
A little more guided then I have been
Strange how death makes us reflect...
In-depth...the mirror has stolen my breath
Tonights main course and deadliest catch
can't complain though it's been quite the ride
maybe the depth is best despite the high...
the twisted connenction that I tried to hide
Caught in the current...distant from my wishes
...high tide and high strung in my position
Further away then I expected
Let it swallow me whole....
No more expectations..no more acceptions