Unwavering dysphoria ripples, Through the fabric of thoughts. Being as sensitive as nipples, Inner dispute can't be fought. Revelation is to be sought, Experimenting with outcomes. Concepts that can't be taught, Hold deep thoughts for ransome. How does it feel to be praised, How does it feel to hold a gaze? With no perception to be amazed, It's only natural to hug a phase. Tremble tremendously at the terror, Culminating from everlasting rage. Life is supposed to be a biography, But every page feels like the same page. A stale point full of disappointment, Is there a chance to recuperate? Kissing on uncontrolled substances; A conspiracy to eliminate fate. Overwhelmed; intent to devour, On a basis consumed by power. The sweetest memories feel sour, Exfoliating the stratagem to deflower. No one dies a virgin, In the end life fucks us all... No matter the hurtin', Laugh at it; Lil Duval.