(COLLABORATION BETWEEN INKED PRINCE & SPEWING W0RDS)
Standing before the mirror I do not recognize the person starring back at me.
Bloodshot eyes and purple bags.
Just below the surface is an itch I can’t scratch.
I feel you crawling.
Trying to tear from within.
Reflection upon water has gnawed at her & clawed at her.
It’s caused her to be at war with her.
A mind that begins to speak in tongues has a history of eating their young.
Demons that keep you drowning within just to keep score.
If you ignore, they will begin to explore.
They get deep inside,...