THe Beast
"A mind is a terrible thing to waste". Especially smoked out…puffed out. The beast eats away at all your hopes, dreams, and future until there's nothing left but an empty shell. What was once a beautiful rose has now turned into a crumpled up flower that has died from its own foolish desires. The beast destroys all common sense. Taking you away from your family and loved ones draining you like a vampire for blood. It seduces you, entices you, and tricks you so you will fall for its trap of confusion. The beast only offers pain and suffering it is not considered as life but death. The beast is a demon nothing good comes from it. Only anger, sadness, guilt, and destruction. "A mind is a terrible thing to waste". Especially smoked out, puffed out, even drugged out. When the beast has you in its control.
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I write poerty and songs. I make beats and I'm a photographer you can say I'm an all around artist very multi-talented and creative. My name is Lakeisha but you can call me keisha I'm a down to earth cool person.
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