Venomous Thinking

It’s always about this time when the pain start to creep in, I try to lead my horse to water but he still won’t drink it, the jealousy and anger turns me into a delinquent, I take the blade and swing it but I only hit my own face with questions of why I’m still running when I’m losing In a fixed race, 

can’t even fix my own face the ugliness is more then skin deep no wonder no one claimed me, I spite myself so you don’t have to I wear my pain just like a face tattoo…… permanent and obvious 
My soul burnt by white phosphorus the cancer is deep, my ivory eyes shake like some dice or rattled dominos on life’s table, for the love I would be quite grateful but we all know what life has in store for me and I promise it’s not graceful 

*News cast cuts on* “ No love no hugs no peace Venomous1 he died on the street, stabbed in head neck chest you see his blood will stain these London streets”

Yo it’s V1 from beyond the grave I wish I could try translate my pain but when I rebuttal nobody seems to know what I’m saying, my ship is sinking the tide is high but water still seeps in, I suppose that’s what you get with the mind of a weak link 

“Thank you [insert name here] you killed us both with your Venomous thinking!”