A lover hung on her death row
I was hooked on her disease
Highly strung like Cupid’s bow
Whose arrows hungered meat
And the blinding flare of passion
In the shade of narrow streets
Where their poison never rationed
All the tips they left in me
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust,
To her alone in full submission
She haunts at the corner of my mind
She burnt me like a furnace
For my future suicide.
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Saturday, December 25, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Dead man walking down the street
I seen this dead man walking down the street,
You can hear it out my headphones knocking to a beat,
But my spirit won't let go talking in my sleep,
Got me feeling like a dead man walking down the street.
Bass and Treble so clear,
Face the Devil no fear,
Trying to reach another level,
No Bezels nor beer,
Feel success so close,
Stepping so near,
Drifting like a ghost,
Hearing whispers in my ear,
I've been sober for a month,
Longest break in FOUR years.
I was driving eyes closed,
No change, No gears.
Put the throttle to the floor,
While the reins don't steer.
I just bottle up my pain,
Act as if I don't care,
Demons hollering my name,
Dreams swallowed down the drain,
Plus all you people don't care.
You probably do the same in year,
Felt like I lost everything but everything was clear.
So hallowed, no longer a role-model,
Who would want to follow a dead man walking down the street?
I don't even know my name cause life is so painful.
No-one plays nice but that's just how the world goes,
I try to do right but I don't believe in angels,
Plus I'm sick of living in my head,
Barely getting out of bed,
My mind clutters but my heart and fingers are like butter to bread.
I either make it back up to the top,
Or remain at the bottom of the gutter,
I always try to free-style with the best,
Cause when I write a rhyme it gets stuck in the back of your head.
Yes I'm a lefty, double pits to chesty,
I know I'm not the best,
Why do you all test me?
Ask me how I feel,
Feels like everybody left me,
Just like a dead man walking down the street.
You can hear it out my headphones knocking to a beat,
But my spirit won't let go talking in my sleep,
Got me feeling like a dead man walking down the street.
Bass and Treble so clear,
Face the Devil no fear,
Trying to reach another level,
No Bezels nor beer,
Feel success so close,
Stepping so near,
Drifting like a ghost,
Hearing whispers in my ear,
I've been sober for a month,
Longest break in FOUR years.
I was driving eyes closed,
No change, No gears.
Put the throttle to the floor,
While the reins don't steer.
I just bottle up my pain,
Act as if I don't care,
Demons hollering my name,
Dreams swallowed down the drain,
Plus all you people don't care.
You probably do the same in year,
Felt like I lost everything but everything was clear.
So hallowed, no longer a role-model,
Who would want to follow a dead man walking down the street?
I don't even know my name cause life is so painful.
No-one plays nice but that's just how the world goes,
I try to do right but I don't believe in angels,
Plus I'm sick of living in my head,
Barely getting out of bed,
My mind clutters but my heart and fingers are like butter to bread.
I either make it back up to the top,
Or remain at the bottom of the gutter,
I always try to free-style with the best,
Cause when I write a rhyme it gets stuck in the back of your head.
Yes I'm a lefty, double pits to chesty,
I know I'm not the best,
Why do you all test me?
Ask me how I feel,
Feels like everybody left me,
Just like a dead man walking down the street.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Around You
I have a problem that I cannot explain,
I have no reason why it should have been so plain,
Have no questions but I sure have excuse.
I lack the reason why I should be so confused,
Left a message but it ain't a bit of use,
I have some pictures, the wild might be the deuce.
Today you saw, you saw me, you explained,
Playing the show and running down the plane,
I know, how I feel when I'm around you,
But sadly,
I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you.
I have no reason why it should have been so plain,
Have no questions but I sure have excuse.
I lack the reason why I should be so confused,
Left a message but it ain't a bit of use,
I have some pictures, the wild might be the deuce.
Today you saw, you saw me, you explained,
Playing the show and running down the plane,
I know, how I feel when I'm around you,
But sadly,
I don't know, how I feel when I'm around you.
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