sick men with loud pens

sick men
with loud pens
i dreamt of a land and made it
dreamt of a friend and killed him
steal him the joy
slit his throat, make him know

make a b***h know
how it feels
still broken, i feel it drip
like a low-end
sink
expand on that syllable
am marauding words
coming at you
synonym of will
i've heard that thrill before

i've been that real before