As I try to only survive and achieve something greater of the old me
I derive with his gens coming at me with a snitch point of few that crippled me back to my post.
Left alone completely how I should kill myself, they I see myself and get a quick fancy.
Then Where I can’t even sleep again afraid of what might over power me in my dreams.
That nightmares are the only thing my dreams can see so I lie awake trying to beat sleep with time.
But in reality when I think of me, and them they all have control over me.
Each one never knowing how my struggle everyday trying to maintain a straight face that when behind doors I only weep to sleep.
Without free will a man is conformed to there state without his own deviant outcome and mortality of man made but man conform.