Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift Dark all I do embark the shadows Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, life's catalog Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance The twisted web of tangled lies Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste And I'm forced to face these hate crimes Against the state of being Feeling the weight-less-ness pressed between the ceiling Reeling around room Riding a bubble of sound proof It's the frequency making you Sha-Shake with every boom Involuntary muscle contraction Ignoring and drinking musical gas fueled euphoria The sound pounds to make the dead flush To have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff

thanks for ur kindness to a nairalander, God bless you.

Sorry to ask o.. are u trying to rap or what?

The writer is either in the early stages of a beastly hangover, sick or dying...if those can be called moods The writer is either in the early stages of a beastly hangover, sick or dying...if those can be called moods