Improvise. The truth.

Hold me. Until.

Fractured in all the places you ignored. I tried.

Patience, you'll go mad soon enough.

Nightmares.

Searching Searching.

The dream went. A few blocks and arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr there be Nate West, but it was not my Nate West. Twas a sailor. arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Monocled deception.

Floored by inadequacy.

Can you hear me Mr. West? I'm trying to bring you back, they miss you and I'm afraid you can't stay buried.

Identify the pain. The carnival is broken.

They can parade, but they cannot stop.

He yelled fire and nobody listened.

All your tear stained letters didn't mean that much.

Say.

Truncated. I need to show them how it is that I live with myself everyday. I'm sorry that I'm a liar, but it's a vital part of being an artist--otherwise they never listen, otherwise they never wake up.

When they shot you did you see visions of me? Did we meet? Because I keep looking in the mirror and swearing that we have, that somewhere I have seen you--that we embraced and that you called me son once removed.

Undressing her with my stolen crown, but I stole it good and there ain't no shame in that.

Truth told.

Loaded. Plentiful abrasions to disprove all the elements that broke his fall.

Chase nothing. No conundrums, no violence, only panic.

He's the trailer king.

I can't stop seeing and no I'm not sorry.

Give me my little pills and a blank sheet of soul.

Fate.

Amass.

I'm bleeding and they're still not listening. I tried to make it my own and they're still not listening. Hold out your prayers and muffle the cries. It's going to be loud and all we can do is run.

Man dies, nobody listens.

Memory abuse. Remember when you told me that you loved to hate me? I'm sorry I am the thorn.