Think of me as a shimmering ghost,
Cup of life runneth over-running so slow,
Just whisper a piece of my name,
Your demise is inevitable- unrecognizable remains unchanged,
No empty sarcasm-coming with a full dose,
Making hearts skip beats-hangman's noose,
Lifeless no pulse,
Nothing about me is a game.
Teardrops engraved dripping down my face,
Extrapolated others pain,
Gunshot residue taking the blame,
3 feet of air-3 feet of space-3 feet of despair,
9 feet chasing disgrace.
Ignorance is bliss-now why don’t you come give me that kiss?
Never horizontal-going vertical up and down the wrist,
Mountains crumble all but away,
Winter breeze-33 degrees-you ain't never been safe,
2 to the head-never can miss-lovers quarrel all on the lips.
Conceived what I perceived only to create some unfortunate misbeliefs,
Who am I if I’m not me-a blind man's dreams?
Born to protect all the lonely angels and teach and speak to all the meek.
Tormented attachment gripping distant love-barriers clutched-never enough-permanent sleep knee deep in the dust-speak my name and get bodied up along side your lost soul-not for the faint hearted-homicidal flow diamond in the rough-venom laced hollow tips cannonball sized holes-educate your mind judging your jibber jabber you're clearly out of touch-try holding your own pissant mini me resemblance of a hallucinating delirious clone-master of my domain-look around I stand alone.
A mask of love and one of hate-breath of life is truly at stake,
Revenge best served on a blistering cold dinner plate,
Death ain’t ever been late-wrong path traveled should’ve kept straight,
You and 33 clowns here to entertain-valleys echo laughter-my eyes only see a group of lightweights,
Itchy trigger finger-not once never hesitate.
The sky is falling-the sky is falling-the sun was shot down,
Eternal pain-eternal rain-eternally tied and bound,
Less than a whisper, “ I love you “ without a sound,
6 feet deeper than 6 feet deep in the ground,
All the shadows circling around and around.
Does anyone care that Mother Nature is crying out?
How about Father Time wandering in the clouds?
I married the streets-until death has torn us apart I'll keep my ear to ground!
THESE ARE ALL JUST WORDS AND IF YOU SWITCH THEM AROUND YOU CAN PAINT PICTURES OF THE PAIN THAT MOST DON’T WANT TO SPEAK ABOUT!
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