by ibeamarioh

the serum doesn’t
cure my afflictions
however the deep breaths relieve
my symptoms
I know I can’t live this way
eyes red flying off the paper planes everyday
piloting my lifes’ aim
with a mind deranged
over the top but yes im there too
slowed down my progress wearing hermes’
I feel the pressure of it all
stressed hearing whispers saying not to fall
I guess that’s why I get lifted
no brain damaged im still gifted
though memories become milk carton kids
I been skidding by on half ass
but born to be the shit not past gas
words about ancient as them aztecs
history is repeated I play it and rewind facts