just read the lyrics searching for the fire to inspire as i grace the ragged attire/
like a tramp, rampantly raging, his waning sanity fading
like light at last seconds of life
debating the fallacy, gravity changing, invaded by vanity
dissociated from his family, these feelings seem decieving
appropriated by an alchemy of agony
in a ballad he dances with rancid art
my mentals like a crack house, wall paint fractured
ceiling falling apart, like its surviving rapture
and captured the confusion at heart
never begging no matter how much he starved
housing a broken mind
armed with literary device
like a commando his command of the english language so precise
bellicose war like, incendiary , bringing anguish
every flow glow like a stream of tracer rounds
in the stone cold night
packed tight with dark matter
his heart chatters inside its bone cage
long lone dog days, his art scattered
the spark shattered the mirror
no clear image of self
and draw near to a diminishing well
tainted with pessimistic fear
beyond what he could tell with words
the water smiled back with a sadistic sneer/
he thought of the nihilistic realness of the world
veneered, concealed by instinctive need to steer clear
from the meaninglessness of this weird eire dream
a personalised hell
crammed in this damned damp cranial cavity he dwell
the salient malady of the sapien
knowing of the truth
never cognizant of the savior
knowing of the truth
never develop enough to internalize it
swallowing proofs
that in turn materialising
into an embellished reality with no clarity
clutching claritine tablets
to alleviate the allergy
the allergy to the atmosphere
of this hapless pathless sphere
dig a hole, lay in the dirt
smoke dope
write a poem as he atrophy
i wanna be alone, dont ask for me
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