Solo or just Soulless: Mortuus & .Ex.

[P. Mortuus]

Solo or Just
Soulless?

P. Mortuus: Verse 1 and 3
.Ex. : Verse 2



Pity pied piper who pleads for inner peace
But the sinners diseased with killer beliefs
So alone in these lonesome years my peers
Contradict & correct- seem to reflect fears
Of derelict ships that try to steer away but rot
My minds a cop- confining my thoughts to stop
Causing a writer’s block- which flows well & sells
A pitch so unremarkable- stowed in hell & bells
Spark minds to bid farewell- shit so alone here
My reflection leers & my shadow appears near
Clings to me at night but leaves in the morning
Just a recurring one night stand nothing adorning
My hands- they are paralyzed by grand schemes
Not an orator so I scream to release these dreams
So whimsical- fickle illusions take over my time
In these lonesome years- solutions left behind
As well as lost loves- or yesterdays lust, why?
Can’t it stop, Tempus Fugit- yeah it does fly
So I sit and stare- solemn, depressed & asleep
Waiting for another’s ears-
So they can finally hear me speak….

Questions proceed my chauvinistic greed
Narcissistic pleas fuel my compulsive deeds
Pushing afar the pain springing lunacy
Thought provoking debris to ghouls and banshees
your ghost it lingers wearing thin my patience
The blatant invasion causes on occasion
Fury though my thought quarry remains untouched
Such is the kiss that makes vampires blush
Your elegant presence gone from my eyes
Blood red tears cried from brown spouts tied
To the ceiling praying for healing brokenhearted
Remembering the night it started your jet black hair
I'd stroke until you drifted to dream, no loner there
I ponder my real motives, but the poison spit was potent
I am hollow, a sick-man drifting and broken
hanging myself by the noose of a riddle, distraught
love is fickle, soft, the master of puppets in this hell I wrought

No words so soulless in the herd of the goalless
Letter so potent I spoke less- hoping to store stress
When I did what I said I bid the dim witted to bed
Shadow tried to be rid of me- so I hid till he left ahead
Walked with a sickle for his head- a nickel for some lead
A dime for dirty words & a dollar for you to spread
But so lonely- you walk away; comely females
Entail past debaucheries, stories of gory details
I see hell so feeble I fail till my knee sails
Left boneless I fall impaled to the floor & gales
Of whores pick me up as a chore as I ‘m ailed for
So ironic I thought- in the hand of Satan’s slave
I’m heard reciting while I write my fables late…

[P. Mortuus]

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[Al Extremo]

Nice

[....Gone.]

Well.....




this shyt was just whack, I hated it lol. naw anyways... shyt was dope. Vocab and Flow was great, like real dope. I could relate to this ish. Fit the topic perfect.

Fury though my thought quarry remains untouched
Such is the kiss that makes vampires blush


My favorite bar. Imagery was dope as hell on this ish. All Around good job...Hit up my peice
Blood Diamonds.
and
Corrupt Thought.

[Giant.]

I thought Phantom was being serious at first...

This shit was way ill.

Baron: You came hard as usual on both of your verses, good imagery and wordplay. Your vocab was top which to me dosn't add much to a piece but in this it did a good job at keeping the flow....flowing. Nice work on this.

EX: Your verse was dope. Nice work on setting the scene using some great wordplay and flow was good.

hanging myself by the noose of a riddle, distraught
love is fickle, soft, the master of puppets in this hell I wrought

Favorite lines.

Overall you both did a really good job, and I'm nominating this piece. The topic was original and both of you did a great job.

Nice work. Ready to write with both of you.

-Dope-

[Al Extremo]

bump

[P. Mortuus]

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