Lyrical condensation

“Lyrical condensation”

I’m spitting so much lyrical fire, if you don’t understand, then you need a translation,

I don’t understand what’s my reason, what’s my inspiration,

I almost didn’t survive my rhythmic operation, left me with 50 grand and a verbal destination.

Forever scarred with dreams, and horrific illusions, No such thing as wishes, so I’ll push my motivation.

I’ve dried my last verbal statement, I’ll change the subject with a lyrical message of condensation,

Which won’t happen without some serious notes of precipitation, one step closer to my final hallucination.

I’ve already made it, with my final tab of medication.

These prescribed drugs ramp up the rhythmic sensation,

I’m happy and ready to get down, and throw a celebration, I’m just waiting for all the people I know to say congratulations.

But first I must show them my most impressive of demonstrations,

Thanks for all the support, but thanks to religion, I’ve joined a very large denomination,

Every time I take a note, I show that paper true devastation, splattered ink oozing out of every crustacean.

Like the paper absorbed the ink, it became a different kind of sensation,

Writing became my kind of mathematical equation.

Showing no sign of hesitation, I demonstrated how to prefect my lyrical frustration.

Take a look at purpose to stay alive, those are notes I seriously had to change, or risk sanction,

But I love my work, so I’d never delete such a well written poem, even if it meant incarceration. So I’ll continue writing not for me but the moment, all it takes is patience.