The only enemy that won't flee is me. 

So I'm left fighting.

Fighting myself and nautral tendencies.

My troubles are too personal and seem knee-deep I'm

trying to swim from something bigger than me.

The sad truth being,

I can't swim.

Me evolving is like moving boxes while missing limbs.

It's a  constant struggle.

Crippled by a n emotional war.

Shoulda gave in but decided to even the score.

Excuse me, I'm experiencing a mental eviction. 

Ontop of that,

I'm under the Spirit's jurisdiction and

I'm guilty.....