"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Necrophiliacs!Dead men in a suit who have yet to lay in their caskets,Is what presidents should be called.Nonetheless,Most humans all across the world are dead set on an endless funeral not worth attending.Urging for a hero to save their country,No matter how rabid we carry ourselves for a taste of money,Power,Lust,Drugs lost souls die over... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I ask myself,"Am I still alive?"I haven't seen my shadow for a whilr,Ever since you said good-byr.Can't help,But,To think,"Did I waste my life?"Chasing who I thought was my other half.Ripped apart from my palm while I held a knife on the other hand.Not realizing it was I who split us down a middle I... Continue Reading →
Sitting in a multi-million dollar building by myself,Echoes tend to get louder while I write a rhyme I belch,From the bottom of a heart to the top of a helm,Moving in circles while I stare at an angel,And,Demon I couldn't help,But,Ignore.Doesn't matter how many tears I stream down my eyes when I spot a fight,Or,Flight... Continue Reading →
If some women were Yu-Gi-Oh cards,They'd be pots of greed.If some women were a deck of playing cards,They'd be a Royal Flush and flush your life down a drain,And,Aim for the weeds.If some women were uno cards they'd be the reverse,And,Rehearse an excuse to leave as soon as your wallet gets a little too lean!Regardless... Continue Reading →
Ask me about my shoes...Matter of fact,What you should be asking is,Can your feet fit inside what belongs to a man with nothing to lose?Would you be too insecure to wear scuffs foo late to undo?Are you brave enough to walk with your head up high,Meanwhile others laugh at poverty you've accrued?Cut from anyone's approval... Continue Reading →
An abundance of cheese coagulates after sitting for several minutes and harms your flesh overtime.Blood does so to clog an open wound regardless of how careless we become.Even after death,Rigor-mortis,The warmth in our bodies stay put as each flailing pound of skin goes cold.There's,Something special about the lives we live,What fuels us to move forward... Continue Reading →
Seduction.The art of a Harlot,Whether or not heir weary palms are forced for production,Of a dollar withholding debt,Owed to women and men,Hoping to suffice in other ways besides an hour in bed just,To live a quiescent life where no smiles are had…Where love dies in the hands,Of a soul who's already dead inside… My prudence... Continue Reading →
A band-aid can only hold on for so long.The wound may close up halfway after being worn after quite some time,But,Eventually,It'll be soaken entirely.Every corner discolored by a mistake too late to undo…Those who can't afford a replacement,What do they do?Bleed out until an infection occurs without any access to medicine?Surround themselves by doctors in... Continue Reading →
"Why can't you just take a compliment?"I was asked by a humble man,As I was disinfecting the halls of his offices.Little did he know I had more guilt crawling up my esophagus,Than truth I should've accounted for before sticking my chest out for all to marvel at.But,I understood his sentiments,As I lowered my rag from... Continue Reading →
To uphold a facade,A farce,A mask,Is to commit murder against who you must accept if you are to live happy.But,Sadly,Most of us choose to voluntarily slaughter that person attempting to smile,Each time you step in front of a mirror where ever you go.A denial!So fatal.All to gain a prize without an appraisal.Without ever figuring out... Continue Reading →
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