Take all this shit here I have, swallow, then go dig a grave for me.
Selah.
My words, they're stunned, as I'm sad. My flow, they're prohibited, as I'm upset. Everything slows down in time, as I'm lost for and of speech. Pointy it means a boy of no wealth disposing dreams to a hurtful path down that cobble toed lanes. The night darken it's skies owning it's moment till dawn spurs. Quiet it may be, soundlessly unearthing everything that has been buried. Eating away from within, like an expensive treasure. To determine would mean to avail it's truth that there is absolutely no splendor, no romance, a non laughing matter whatsoever. I wish there are ways of saying things which refuses it's proposal. To allow that moment of a short spanned glory to be felt. Maybe lower down a thread and pick happiness for instance. I wish it could be allowed. A man cannot die twice as how a heart cannot be twice broken. Once is enough to leave it's remnants shattered and pain felt forevermore, bearing it's scar a lonely witness. But life cannot be defined. It's tales are spun with many colored threads it complicates being with texture and preferences. Many await that final day, of when all ends, and a chance of a new beginning.
Selah.
My words, they're stunned, as I'm sad. My flow, they're prohibited, as I'm upset. Everything slows down in time, as I'm lost for and of speech. Pointy it means a boy of no wealth disposing dreams to a hurtful path down that cobble toed lanes. The night darken it's skies owning it's moment till dawn spurs. Quiet it may be, soundlessly unearthing everything that has been buried. Eating away from within, like an expensive treasure. To determine would mean to avail it's truth that there is absolutely no splendor, no romance, a non laughing matter whatsoever. I wish there are ways of saying things which refuses it's proposal. To allow that moment of a short spanned glory to be felt. Maybe lower down a thread and pick happiness for instance. I wish it could be allowed. A man cannot die twice as how a heart cannot be twice broken. Once is enough to leave it's remnants shattered and pain felt forevermore, bearing it's scar a lonely witness. But life cannot be defined. It's tales are spun with many colored threads it complicates being with texture and preferences. Many await that final day, of when all ends, and a chance of a new beginning.
