Black Flood
By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling
Here I go
As I light the black candles of I am
Wicked in my state of self conscious mind.
Let me give sight to the blind
That a black flood storm of fuck you in tar
Blood going to soak you in due time.
Here I go walking the machetes of
Nightmare on Elm Street.
Do you taste the earth quakes of my
Abstract concrete? Because when
I slice your veins and watch you die
And take a puff of my nicotine high
Rock a bye bay be
I just baptized my sanity
Why toasting cheers to the fruit punch of your blood please
Don’t approach me with your whats up are
Your damn cuz
I just shot you down in the name of emotions Plasma
You bitter sick twisted minded bitch
Drama country Alabama
This here is my spoken word grammar
I blow torch your skin with
It’s all over
As I num yo ho ran kay yo you
With my abused Tina Turner
Style flow
As I kill your loneliness
Just please don’t be a groupie
Keep it movin because
You really don’t want to
Approach me
Are go to your grave
By keep
Sending your strangers after me
Can you just please go take a nap
And give me some leave me alone
Are you will be floating in my murderous
River zone of a
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