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I write in long hand a short-term memory Hopeless romantic, coarse word tendencies RIght now I don’t want to wake up Or try to forget when the storm first entered me Lately I’ve felt self destructive Self-inflicted, self help the cuts with Shellshocked, Hell’s bells and trumpets Self-taught to tell tales in public Of this life, same but different day I write it down, same in different ways Fight it now, break fists against the cage Until I climb on that slave ship and drift away My blood boils (in cups) the sun spoils (abrupt) And unloyal (with love) so come toil (with us) The sun freezes (and cuts) in some seasons (and plus) Its untreated (so trust) I’m done bleeding In a place where I can be and touch all of the things I see To find my peace and I can breathe with nobody looking back at me I’ll just take a breath and place my bets but never deal ‘Til I face my death with a game of chess like Seventh Seal I’ll still fight the stepdads and memories Scream Zion ’til deaf dance to melodies Deadpanned with setbacks and jealousy Until hea-ven ex-pands the in me Acquired conscious competence of all of my accomplishments And conquered constant comments that contradicted my confidence Common compliments were called upon to con me in Accosted consonant comments that condescended all my common sense Where I’m from, no one stays alive You just die by the sword, a shogun’s frame of mind Walk with the rest like its Dawn of the Dead And drink from the blood that the open veins provide My raps are like a novel with clever style and prose Im Edgar Allan Poe, the Casque of Amontillado Enter catacombs ’til clever palindromes And letters that I wrote can capture the god Apollo Hear the secret stammers time’ll tell I rebel, they teach me manners with Bible-belt Schtick, psychadellic, dreams of banter Scenes of candor I embellish Like a zombie that eats through tissue Until I find a heart with a beat to spit to If its not in the meat I sift through I’ll write it acapella on the piece I bit through I’m savage, and its near the dead of night Wait ’til the sun paints an iridescent sky To head the deadened cries Of an old boy given no choice but to fear the present time Take the reigns, I’m sick and tired of the practice of burnin’ bridges, I lit the fire with a matchstick Return the image to where I’m at, cuz thinking back I’ve been sinking fast, and tripping wires where the sands quick Across plains with bloody palms and jaw pains Hiding from God’s grace in fright like its Pompeii And always, I’ll just stay on the lost road While you study crucifixes painted with barcodes At first its just a ride to live fast Until I felt the bruises inside from whiplash A purpose, I’ll try to get that Until I fall from grace and I die on impact And intact was a single broken locket With the ocean on its rustic chain and face that no one wanted I’m growing nauseous from a world that never stops When my center’s lost hope in the ghost that haunted Pentecost I stand in graveyards and dance to take charge Of concepts of death that I have to base on Even when my bones crack I’ll pace on Through the epitaphs that my pasts engraved on Laugh and stay strong, embrace the day ‘Till it fades away with this mask I paint on She’s probably just a thats casting all the shadows Laughing at my battles and following a trend Searching for an angel at the bottom of a fifth But my hands stay empty, I swallow it again Its the loss of leaves that autumn brings That show me these limbs are far from wings I’m far from happy, you’re far from peace I’ll fall from grace and you’ll fall for me And awkwardly I’ll just change the posture