For this life, i am passed
As this knife, how its stabs
Off his bike, i was sad
I will fight, if you laugh
On this mic, I am back
Co to psych-, I am that.
Torch that lights, i will pass
I have passionate levels that surpass my devils
My dad wouldn't mettle If i was dead in a kettle
The day that my family would come to hospital to see.
What the grim reaper done, we'll that f****r is me.
My life, you can't fix this
To light, my existence.
The brightness is endless
The darkness is friendless
F*ck my fake friends list.
I have independence.
An evil twin who thinks this.
A satan that sends it.
I take sincere sins
in a lake, with my friends and
I hate as it ends 'cause
The blood's on my lens, Eh'
Yeah it's blends and it's blends
Yeah they shiver and shake
Bunch of friends made their ends
And they quiver, they're fake.
I swear as god is my witness
If you don't stop, you don't end this.
I'll just pop, I'll be finished
And i'll be plotting my vengeance.
Don't tell me stop, b***h be ready
I'll pop all you deadbeats
With my rifles, machetes.
Call the cops, they won't catch me.
Very powerful delivery here.
I have to agree with Pryde, I think you can build this character more by helping us understand him, the root of the angst.
A very strong piece full of angst and dramatic posturing … what will bring it too another level is a show of humanity or vulnerability. What makes this character so angry … we get at that and then we will get to the healing.
Amazing use of the language. The words were direct and cold. I like the flow of thoughts. I look forward to seeing where you will take the story. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote