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a piece of me I always seem to capture what I cant keepa piece of me by ~consiquence
surface is worthless you touched me so deep
connections lie dormant accepting defeat
those were the days of dreams without sleep
without this retention of loss and deceit
6 feet deep sonnets punctuate my retreat
a close to the chapter in the book of my dreams
rock bottom its hard when you land on rock bottom,rock bottom by ~consiquence
those inner struggles i fought em,
till in an inner state of trauma forgot em,
then caught em by the collar and shot em,
won the battle but the war wasnt done,
fell to my knees while being forced to run,
at war with yourself always under the gun,
suicidal thoughts slowly grow to weigh a ton,
in a second was a life turned to none,
facing isolation through the barrel of a gun,
it blows me away what we once knew as fun,
it kills me to witness whats been done,
itchy trigger a flash as its delivered,
form regrets, fucked up events,
was false security worth all the time spent,
borrowed time lent
in the timing timingin the timing by ~consiquence
true than the metronome
my religion is my music
for its all that i know
steady study my craft
up in my auditory cortex lab
analyzing every though Ive ever had
every moment that ill never get back
and every second that slipped tween the cracks
tween space and time
where rythm and rhyme collide
impact so bright
givin sight to the blind
matter of the mind within a matter of the mindmatter of the mind by ~consiquence
i refine what i find
sifting through the daily grind
for anything divine
brought to life within these lines
hopefully Ill find the time
on this timeline
before I flatline
come from a long line
last hopes are mine
to see it doesnt die
yet still i stay high
just high enough to touch the sky
got to just to get by it seems
in this hard nock life
struggles and strife
they be coming at me
the chance be
peace of mind ill never see
along with the thought
of ever being free
decieved to believe
so my beliefs chose me
so chose not to believe
and was then set free
Sta.sh
That background music is wicked! Is it computer generated?
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Honesty
I'm full of it.
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Love to The Earth Mother
"And the television's spewing hate, Talk bout the rise of crime rates, Heard the broke state gonna say it, It's all sinking now and we're way too late," --- Tim Armstrong
---The one and only---
Spencer Omega
Great gallery.
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N'hésitez pas à me corriger- je voudrais améliorer mon francais.
Por favor corregidme, no me voy a molestar.