Prick

aprilthird2018. A song. A rap.

Rose thorns gonna prick my fingers.
I'm a sick creature I desire your attention.

Consistent repeating sin.
Still go to church retreats and s**t.
Just a convict blending in.
Never show true colors chameleon..
There's greed within my soul.
My intentions bullet holes.
Hundreds of them in my skull.
Cause I'm so sick of sinning alone..
Cause my mind so broken.
My blue turns colorless.
Like the ice I skate so thin.
Now what's the use in blending in..
I'm tire'd of being evil on my own.
I wish this life would go in fastford.
So I stay scrollin' on my phone.
Tryina pass the time so pass the Rose..

thorns gonna prick my fingers.
I'm a sick creature I desire your attention.

I'll be on the outside.
Terrified.
Trying to hide.
And I don't mind.

And I'm scared of change.
All my shades.
No more grey.
It's black and white.

Rose thorns gonna prick my fingers.
I'm a sick creature I desire your attention.

Author's Note

Review! (Periods were purely organizational.)

Reviews

[Sanbino Rodriguez-White]

This poem/rap is great, but you have some errors you might want to correct, but I love it, keep up the great work...

[David Elijah]

The only misspellings I see are tryina and fastford. I spelled them like that because that's how I'd pronounce them if I was rapping.

[Sanbino Rodriguez-White]

I expected that much but I know your a bit if a perfectionist I was making sure :D

[David Elijah]

Lol yea true