i write on the walls cuz i cant express thru my jaws dab the pen in my blood thats loosely covered by guaze my 4 corner room, inch by inch, steady closing they stay out in the open my brain is decomposing non stop coffee drinking, cant stay asleep for a minute the softest sounds got me twitching, room become tinted hearin ghost calls, hide under sheets and blanket for cover cold sweats are the norm for me, lasting suspicions hover over me like ufo's, who be trying to stay probing me get all of my dna and try to make clones of me 1984 ways of controlling me they try there best, but there aint no way of patroling me paranoid isnt the word, its definate dont question it eyes and mind fought the battle, decided thru evil lecturing but i sit back, relax, wit a gat, and drink a six pack any1 who bust thru that door, ill have em wishin they never did that