• toxicpen 9w

    The crime scene is this piece of paper
    Graffittied with words as i spill my guts
    Imprisoned in the lines but it is still chaotic
    I search for evidence, a sentence that does make sense
    I need a alibi these words feel all so familiar
    I dust for fingerprints but my hands are smeared with ink
    The handwriting was analyzed and i am the one holding the smoking gun