Everything SOUNDS better in my head

But when I speak, Dark Portraits staring back @ me

Potentially Enmity Gains, Friendship Loss

Larger Shrink Market Value

Potentially Explosive Reactions

So Levies are constructed

So West wont say ‘I didn’t care’

With WRITING on the contrary

Rivers overflow their banks

Ice Carps Melt

Bottled emotions flow, Trickle or smashes unto paper

Straight from my dark, twisted, messed up head

Onto paper, so the world can know what i Meant to say

Or held back

Even though it sounded better in my head