Loco Poem by phillip seymore

i know u must be wondering what goes through my head when i write these rhymes. dont worry your not the only one, i ask myself that all the time. but for all you people that think i'm dark. my release is my words not me and this world being split apart. i just wish i could have a second chance and to add fuel to the spark. but for me to do that i need a another match to strike at the start. see they question my sanity i'm crazy with this just not all that smart. cause my life drifts more times than diddy in mario carts. i guess not everyone can choose their destiny. just wondering how much more will be torn and what else will be left of me. i wonder every night what else is there left to see. i think i'm going loco like my life just had a addiction to this ecstasy. And feeling more pain worse than a reversed visectime.