my dreams are pain,indeed im drained
sweat drips down my flushed face,lets touch base
my dreams are pain,indeed im drained
sweat drips down my flushed face,lets touch base
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Replace the monument that once held the space...
...between exist and desist I admit that I commit...
"Art is never finished, only abandoned." -Leonardo da Vinci
Currently listening to: [YOUTUBE]N6Z4XG6kZss&feature=relatedc[/YOUTUBE]
Fully Conscious Yet Sleeping Near The Pulpit
Pulling Graphic Details Of Nothing For The Fun Of It
m so swift in killing,that they think m jus shavin my armpits
drained "mind" tryna "rhyme",all my lyrics "sublime"
keep up the rhyme scheme!!]
Last edited by rahul; May 18th, 2010 at 12:00 PM
Obviously blind, this guy tries too hard on one line.
Find me sitting, swinging but missing while whistling.
Rhymes is splitting, queening my misses while pissing.
The rapid fact is, the last mattress is half shit.
Last edited by Advantage; May 18th, 2010 at 08:48 PM
Trapped within the lights of the city..
Where it looks full of life but inside it's all empty..
And from outside it's all tempting..
What..it's all lies upon entry..
:noor:
[YOUTUBE]uGEHlYk4M5c[/YOUTUBE]
I'll let the homeless have it, and watch them act like faggots.
Queen Elizabeth is dead for a reason, the paparazzi wanted some freedom.
Benidick Arnolds's treason leaves him gettin' attacked by the carnival legion
I'm crappy, but swell.. mistook a coin for a button.. so Drag Me To Hell
Last edited by Flesh`Rot; May 18th, 2010 at 02:03 PM Reason: Shitty Spelling
I'm trapped in this chronic smoke, gaspin'.. Them Bags I Key to sell..
Payin' dividends.. Makes no difference when it comes down to it..
Gotta ditch the bitch if u peep her legs & she sprays some brown fluid
Gotta giant broken heart & it ain't cuz I got jacked for a golden harp
Or the flickering flood light ribcage of my own personal exiting arm...
...that rests towards a dust cloud, can I open my minds eyes now?
"Art is never finished, only abandoned." -Leonardo da Vinci
Currently listening to: [YOUTUBE]N6Z4XG6kZss&feature=relatedc[/YOUTUBE]
Could the prophecy be true?.. Will it be? Will I finally find out..
What this life has been for? Will the suffering and Strife end?
Lie down and rest my head on this lyrical pillow and try now.
For the moment of the notion to be collapsin' on this life I lead...
Silent Will with, The Doc and Radioactivity (Bio-Hazard and X-Ray) are Knolige..... We write together and post together......
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Pursuin' the idea of freedom.. Happiness is nothin' but a lie, it's Said..
Undergoing poetic surgery.. Metaphors ease the pain of the mistakes..
I'ma add up all my flaws and see how long the list takes
I balance between the bottom barraks and the shadow's canopy
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