I feel no pain, throbing, bulding veins. Untamed, brought to be insane. My sanity has been drained. I have to be detained in my castles of my mind. My anger driving me blind. Happiness declined. Adrenalin refined, entwined with the demon behind my eyes.
It's no surprise that my soul lies in the depths of an demons cries.Who am I not to up-rise, to despise my enemies and allies. Is it unwise for my cries to advise the deaths of many ties? Is it unwise to vanish in the crushing vice? Is it unwise to hide twice,twice inside my eyes. My soul irritated like the sounds in the walls created by mice. Are even these words precise enough to splice them on you also? To do so, do I have to consider you my bro? Do I have to go toe to toe? Do I have to rap even slow, rap looking towards the floor. Mind grows stronger but my lips grow sore. I die as you wake from this dream dreey. It's to late wake up weary.
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Comments
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Great Job!
Some typos here and there, but I do those all the time to
I love your expression and raw emotion,
Great Job!
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i like this 1 a lot. its really good and i see y u wrote it.
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