Nothing is Perfect.

 

Indulging in the internal smoke the nerves collapse within the body frame
To introduce resorts of stress relief, yet killing the temple from the
Insecure core. Trash, rats, walls, broken streets, and black cats it’s what I
See at night. I look up and cant hardly see the sky. - Dimas Deleon

Suppressed in Substances

Observation of a beaten down soul that is giving out. acknowledge that he whom has pressure is killing themselves. the next hand that reaches out to provide forgiveness. misunderstood concept with in the mind of an addiction of bodies to the chemical bounds or detach ourselves from society. -Dimas Deleon