I see light but I see black skies

Black lies twisted into black ties my mind collides.

Volcanic im archaic messing with me at night time…

Death I see I wont say it…

Walking a path but flying down this trail…

 life is but a goal death becomes a trail…

We are put on trial to testify but nobody believes us…

Closed hearts weep open ones lie.

If I spoke my mind id get hung for trying to be sublime.

Ill on a line spill my mind on these rhyme