poison- in the blood of a mad women br the emotions of me br contaminate the well being of me br the real me is faked upon the infuriating facts of you br this is not me br its all youeternally lovin you br while you mentally challenge me br adapting to lively changes of morphing atmospheres br do i tend to acknowledge the complete picture? br of my life as a whole br i morph into the surroundings like the lizard wit its sticky tounge br tasting the world that engulfs mebr br Phats Lovebr br