Ecko and I did a collabo a while ago on another forum, only got a couple of comments cuz ppl were lazy over there :/. But ya, tell me what ya think. (Ecko's from another forum)
Renati
What kind of feeling would spark this?
As your mind creeps into darkness
A whole different world, no more chasing girls
Your mind twirls, you see images that make you hurl
But despite it, you still like it
You won't try to fight it, but you'll try it
Death in different outcomes, all horrific but how fun
Don't consider, now run, death perfected and sound comes
Of screaming, killing, and hatrid feeling, suicidal meaning
Hidden beneath the ceiling, so revealing
You get the knife, and shed away at your life
Your mind telling you thats it's alright
But there's still something wrong. How could you go along?
When you were young you said you won't bare to harm a human being
Now you grew dumb, might end up dead, and still would skin 2 men clean
Provoked thoughts creates images of death, in all different ways
So your mind sways and gets locked up in it's cage
Seems like a harmless creature, but carries deadly features
Sucks your soul out like a leecher, telling you what to do like a teacher
Beneath the gaps to his followers he claps cause there falling under his trap
Couldn't get out with the maps so you relax as you follow the tracks
His whispers get her to become a killer
Saying it'll be a thriller, evil thoughts just fill her
Head up with shit and she can't snap out of it
Trying to quit, but she's addicted with it
You might call her a coward for killing herself 10 before the hour
Friends tried to control her but she blew up like the twin tower
Used to be as harmless as a flower, her life got washed away like a shower
Sending chills and thrills down your spine like it's winter
Hook, line, and sinker, the fragile thoughts of a Dead Thinker
eckostylez
My obessesion with pencil'd sentences is relentless
Progression in mental bliss, painting images unfinished
Stretching the canvas' worth beyond the blank start
Pain sparks the same scars that tore wars apart
Homicidal tendencies lay deep in, soul engulfed
In uncontrolable dreams with trees blowing
A brisk breeze.. Sharp enough to show a glowing
Wrist bleed.. Risked grief and it cost my tears
Lost in mirrors.. Reflect on a complex poem of fears
Shorten the years and appear sincere, while dead
A smile fed me awhile, regret left me with style
Learned survival tactics that outlasted being idle
Zero opinions and heros unmentioned in history
Visions see misery.. An unblemished mystery
As whispers creep across the old floor boards
Cold wars form in the bloody sands off shore
Till the force of waves pushes days to change
Their ways.. Blue the grays and shade the blanks
Flame the rain and watch earth dirts soak
Provoked droplets of nonsense.. Choke
On narcotics with every emotion held hostage
Spill oxygen beneath the pen sending ink out
Think shouts and seek out and bleek route
To the deep clouds. Scream sounds at cowards
In supreme crowds.. Leave crowns shattered
And tattered in pastures of past hurt and vast
Words.. Wrath birthed every last verse
Grasp dirt and clutch such a touch it paints
A faint beauty.. Tainted purity is seriously
The riskest thing since trying to blink and read
Think then fed thoughts, leave blocks
Mishaped and out of place like ticktocks on
A Stop, Watch me take over.. make clovers
With 5 fingers, Shove the kinfe deeper then
The midnight thoughts of a Dead Thinker
