Here's another rhyme I wrote, just finished off the last of my bud . Anyways lemme know what you think. Love a slung around word. Stigmas and attachments, developed over cataclysmic actions. Actually to the point, my position is quite a prize, looking in through devil eyes. Through mine, I vibe nothing more than a demon in disguise. No guises, no surprises, a slippery slope full of dope and pot smoke. But I'm locked tight like a chest of unattained passions. These feelings are massive. Eruptions and falling volcanic ashes. What the fucks up, whats down, whats happen'n all around. Can't sleep sound just need a kiss from this chick. Is this love or am I sick, feeling ill, it's thrill. This be bliss? Or maybe torture and piss. "I love you too" but doesn't it scare you?