Mr Man


Emotion driven

My finger nails go right through the pam of my hand Rocking back and forth  just to remain, Thorazine,was there only plan They knew not the game It was played different back then They had not a clue I was the Guinea pig playing into there hand My goods were all used no one wanted any part of me A sober man doesn’t need medicine he needs coffee,cigarettes, and a meetings, Being in helltown taking to the shadow people I was the next patient waiting for Dr jekyll

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