Artistically inclined but couldn’t figure out where to draw the line in this relationTrip. Hallucinogenic fatal sips from the able lips of a cradles grip, stripped of my soul with a finger’s tip, pressed softly against a mind state from whence I was convinced I was sent but was unable to repent respectfully . . . But the mirror wasn’t reflecting me, so I shattered it, gathered the shards and scattered it then with no regard, I was adamant in reclaiming self from this savage b1tch, she had me thinkin’ I was a worthless soul I screamed “FCUK THE WORLD” but even Mother Nature’s taking birth control, her words were cold, but they ignited a flame and from that point on, I’d never be the same.