From Jake west
Hey my name is jake west I’m from Douglassville Pennsylvania. First off I just want to say you have the greatest voice of all time. Second I have been dealing with mental illness the past few years. I had a few hospitalizations along with a suicide attempt. They said it was schizophrenia which it was but the things I started to hear and visions I started to have were crippling. Your music has impacted my life so great that I watch your concert at Long Beach the movie so much I know the setlist. This is something I wrote when I was going through the worst part of my life. I’ll post it below this. I really need you to know how much I respect you as a person. Thank you for the amazing 3 shows I’ve been to. Thank you for your music. Thank you M.
There’s a pack of hooded devils coming to get me. They won’t be seen. Bring out the monsters to feed. They said I was lethal. They said I was a vessel. Their words are drowning you under another layer. Like a chalice of blood circling whispering words from a place of blasphemy. Silencing you to put you at an evil stand still. Like splitting your mind in half being forced to speak and say silent at the same time. Someone is in the eyes of my dog staring back at me. Maybe a kid fell down a well. Maybe there’s a kid tied up in a cess pull of snakes out there by the real evil on this earth. The ones who speak in tounges. The ones on the dark web. The sinister ones. Terrorist fucks. These aren’t ghosts it’s something forbidden. Hiding in another layer of this universe. Perhaps my eyes will be able to see them when they’re closed. Will I see through someone else’s vision i don’t know. A dark world with I had a dream with ancient people trying to climb up from underground. The alter to the streets. What is going on with me. What stretches? What long legs? Why the metaphors? They’re all disrespectful like calling something like a fart from a king scripture. Yeah it’s that type of forbidden. That type of blashemy. I know there’s no place for it but unfortunately that made a place for it. It’s been there collecting every awkward silence with acts of pure sinister violence Try to silence me again. Maybe I’ll stop connecting to these demons putting this in my head. Someone is cutting their hand as a blood sacrifice to keep a deity calm for 24 hours. The sky is about to fall. My meat is rotten. The creatures are coming out. This word play isn’t like a backword record. I’ll say it loud and clear without being silenced. Idgaf what kind of power poison pain predicament pariah. I got used to people looking through me enough where I don’t even look down when I take a shit or give them a warning before. Only the real ones look at the layers of this world or each others lives like a book. I answered everything I thought I needed to and it ended up being silenced. something that needed to be addressed thrown away so that the monster can eat. orchestrated to be heard at that most awkward and “forbidden” time.
