stitch it if you please-
but now I�m too far gone
too instage-this disease.
That�s why I sit here scribbling
in an ink that could be blood.
I�d change it but I�m angered
and the tears begin to flood.
I�ve never been so tired,
so ready to let it out;
a f*** you to my neighbors,
I�m ready now to shout.
I feel like I am flying
high on ravin� E,
but in fact I�m only dying-
there is nothing left of me.
My cheeks are flaming hot now,
I think my stomach churns.
I�m capable and I�m able
but I cannot stop this burn.
The words are getting tired,
the b****es are still near,
I�ll wake up in the morning
and pretend I wasn�t here.
And still I go on ranting
as if I�ve had enough,
but this elixir�s enchanting
and it helps me get unstuffed.