Meatpuppet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2002
- Messages
- 368
black sheep looking for serenity in normalcy
outside of society, that's where i'll be
the undertow pulls...and doesn't allow for accomplishment
vines writhe, the insect swarm up my legs in astonishment
heart broken, more than i can bare
and sociological opinions...to rare to share
when no one in the world can just leave me to my suffering
i'm already as callus as i can be, i need no more toughening
i need to express myself...and ass kiss to become
i've swallowed my pride in order to thrive, like a whore to cum
one step up, is another minefield on an eggshell landscape
to ensure i can never truly love, never make it in the world, yet never escape..
everytime i overcome hate, you give me another reason for it to fester
obstacles of jesters...molesters, my morality and stability testers
i held in high light a goal..on a pedestal that affect all other finish lines
now like an abandoned abortion,i am left behind,
African American Newborn Found In Trashcan...sound synonymous to my headlines
but what can expect from a girl of orgasms, and a life full of ladder rungs
for her to leave me in the state...so consuming.. the beginning of what i'll become
i tried all i could for her..my ring finger cut with abrasives to the bone
i gave in every aspect...just to be lied to and left alone
my education like an embarrassed child in a sport..up to bat again
my money i busted my ass for a year..just to see her for a short time spent
motivation to dress to impress...and define my naked image
my knowledge expanded in the pages of books..like i was preparing for a mental scrimmage
i gave my love in the infinity of thought.. to a beauty too beautiful to be
but that's the outside shell lies provide.. petals now wilt, pedestals now tarnished, as i watch platinum leave
and be replace for pewter...maybe even the fate slate..
but i know my heart..my life has been left black, empty and opaque
so now i rhyme my lines in an outlet of diction and dictation
of how i rose to the occasion of invasion, where the truth was beyond imagination
now my words burn with passion..my depression spreads like rashes
another scar on my wrist to explain a flow like irrigation from razor lashes
like a revolutionary...i screamed for freedom or death..
and found a freedom in honesty and love... blindly without a test
i never called bluffs.....now laying in wreckage of crashes
and only love...will help me rise from the ashes
outside of society, that's where i'll be
the undertow pulls...and doesn't allow for accomplishment
vines writhe, the insect swarm up my legs in astonishment
heart broken, more than i can bare
and sociological opinions...to rare to share
when no one in the world can just leave me to my suffering
i'm already as callus as i can be, i need no more toughening
i need to express myself...and ass kiss to become
i've swallowed my pride in order to thrive, like a whore to cum
one step up, is another minefield on an eggshell landscape
to ensure i can never truly love, never make it in the world, yet never escape..
everytime i overcome hate, you give me another reason for it to fester
obstacles of jesters...molesters, my morality and stability testers
i held in high light a goal..on a pedestal that affect all other finish lines
now like an abandoned abortion,i am left behind,
African American Newborn Found In Trashcan...sound synonymous to my headlines
but what can expect from a girl of orgasms, and a life full of ladder rungs
for her to leave me in the state...so consuming.. the beginning of what i'll become
i tried all i could for her..my ring finger cut with abrasives to the bone
i gave in every aspect...just to be lied to and left alone
my education like an embarrassed child in a sport..up to bat again
my money i busted my ass for a year..just to see her for a short time spent
motivation to dress to impress...and define my naked image
my knowledge expanded in the pages of books..like i was preparing for a mental scrimmage
i gave my love in the infinity of thought.. to a beauty too beautiful to be
but that's the outside shell lies provide.. petals now wilt, pedestals now tarnished, as i watch platinum leave
and be replace for pewter...maybe even the fate slate..
but i know my heart..my life has been left black, empty and opaque
so now i rhyme my lines in an outlet of diction and dictation
of how i rose to the occasion of invasion, where the truth was beyond imagination
now my words burn with passion..my depression spreads like rashes
another scar on my wrist to explain a flow like irrigation from razor lashes
like a revolutionary...i screamed for freedom or death..
and found a freedom in honesty and love... blindly without a test
i never called bluffs.....now laying in wreckage of crashes
and only love...will help me rise from the ashes
