It’s a scary thing that you might know,
The secret chaining me this low.
The knife is thick and it’s easy to choke,
But that’s how I know I have to go.

Packing my luxury clothes in a tight suitcase,
Keep on finding that I have too much on my plate.
Segregating myself from this state,
The sinner’s working to unlock my crate.

I still don’t know this place,
He keeps on moving in haste.
Sneakers ready to boot out the waste,
I still can’t find the missing lace.

Him and I are linked to pessimistic intentions,
I try to mend it but he falls deeper into criticism.
He dumps it on me...