VIRB

How do I say this...

How do I say what I know is true, you don't want me, Trust me.
You deserve more than what you see.
The Generous cover of mine is for the gratifacations of my own ego.
Someone yell stop! for this yellow is way to slow.
Black and sticky is my tar heart, scheming like the evil one.
My death hides in the dark corners of my four walls.
Why this is it man, you were so asking for this. This death of mine.
Ha why so surprised? Bitter is my fruit, Sweet is the Sin I eat, this food on
my plate is hypocritical to what I believe in.
Eyes, Oh Great eyes you have seen my move, you know the motives so decietfully clever,
Scale down my pride down, Shatter my dreams, destroy my rythm.
Drip down, close the deal, sign off the letters to destroy, my focus misplaced, my dreams mishaped.
Take this false wind guiding my ship, and blows it's course correct.
Read me yells the book, as it glares through, penetrating me so, like knives of guilt.
Busy is the man I am, how ashamed one must be to judge, yet not except such from none else.
Yellow the sun, it is good to see, giving me a new beginning the new day I long for when the this old day is through and done.