I'm about to tell a story, from a couple of years back, You think that you know but you only know half,
I told you all, i was stuck on a raft, but what you don't know, is within myself i was trapped,
I made up lies and stories to protect me, I prayed to God maybe he would resurect me,
But in those days God took away his blessings, over every little thing i noticed i was stressing,
I was leaving behind my life, all the time i would think, untill one day out of nowhere, the boat began to sink,
but there was a problem not everybody died, inculding me the 4 of us survived,
At first i got a bad vibe, but tried to keep it together, I thought we could stay alive, and be happy forever,
But then things changed and people began dying, I looked in my mothers' eyes as she was crying,
Suddenly i was alone with the man who killed my mother, i realised then and there i couldn't let him live any further,
I had this fire inside me, i began to lose my mind, my brain was a mountain colliding with a tide,
When all was done i was alone on the raft, but heres where the real story begins, the part with the other half,
A short time later, i met some people that tried to save me, but my mind kept saying they were trying to enslave me,
So one by one, i started the killings, i never confessed they were very fulfilling,
I was always angry, i had rage bottled inside, the only way out was to cut their hearts open wide,
But i couldn't have gone crazy, i knew exactly what i was doing, weren't these the very dreams i told myself i'd be persuing?
Everything left like it came, as quick as a snap of a finger, one day i woke up and realised i lost all my anger,
So after it was done i continued with survival, life had gotten much easier without any rivals,
i changed the story after my rescue, and added some animals, but the truth is, i had become a cannibal,
But now i know i was crazy, I know I was a