Messing

Note: Its meant to be read fast a bit like a song, each stanza quickly in one go. A bit like a Kasabian song.

1, I'm messing with the enemy,

Don't need 2 sell my soul 4 free,

He's already inside of me,

Watching from a gallery.

2, he's just another trick,

Playing the devil jus 4 kicks, 

He's making my brain proper sick,

Seems I'm on another trip.

3, he's running my body ill,

So I'm crushing up another pill,

As I watch, my very own blood spill,

He's got me under an evil spell.

4, my mind cant ignore,

The pain inside my inner core,

He's got me rolling on the floor,

Please, find me an entrance door. 

5, he's coming 4 me, I got the fear, 

Handing me, another beer,

All 2 keep my mind unclear,

Messing with my mind, pls help me dear!

6, he's destroyed my mental health, 

I think i need some proper help, 

But no1 seems 2 want 2 help, 

So I'm stuck on this running belt. 

7, it's coming towards the end, 

I can't see, around the bend, 

So can u find an angel 2 send, 

Or I'll be in another Sim again. 

Damn!

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