Destined to Depart
By: Nash
Hear Me Out ..
to the grandmas, grandpas, fairly greats & involuntary ingrates
get ya hands raw, cuz it's unsanitary fates i speak of so late ..
i rejuvinate myself, i need help, counseling for the matter
cuz everytime i see my surroundings ..underground things get sadder
a grandma has a stroke ..grandpa chokes ..friend hangs from a rope
little girl gets groped to hard, & a fat kids self esteem loses it's hope
we fall down the steep slopes, still we seek hope ..but nope, it's gone
our loved ones lose hope, & there's no reason for us to live on ..
Complicated Words ..
but my simplicity relieves the authenticity of my head, but don't decieve
the words in my mind. cuz decieving isn't believing, & you'll be left behind
my mind speaks fluently of congruently battered & shattered brains ...
i sincerely hope dearly that the world sees to a degree we're all insane
would we kill for a name? a family member we love? one we selfishly
keep from above. we seem to shove the memories away, and decay slowly
it hurts to lose.. i'm weeping, but if you think i'm keeping her from heaven
you ALL can be headin' to BLOW ME ..
The Burning Aunt ..
i'll say to the people, that beneath you'll pray in sin ..but i can't begin
on the burnin` that was foretaken from the breakin` of my aunts skin ..
cuz within her are scars of department, my heart meant to heal the sad
the microscope on this aunt was too hard to cope to NOT turn out bad
i'm so glad that the fire burned out before i was born. but it's been worn
into my head how she was scorned to be dead, i mourn at what's said ..
but to behead the skin of an unsaved loved one, slaves to wrinkle my bed
cuz WE are not made men, we need to heed the warnings & repent ..
.. as my burning aunt stands by & just shakes her finger with a head
Closure for Sin ..
we reign in vein across an ocean so plain, but with all the same devotion
speaking metapohrically: if not the desire to burn, then apply your skin lotion
meaning, cleanse the evil motions. to defend against bad notions ..
make sure the cure is potent ..
.. to the one we love so dear. our relatives lost, our families raped & seared
i fear, that we don't hear what we want ..so around the corners we peer
then a cereal killer rips off an ear ..& committs more to the omitt of his life
sitting in his house back home, this lone wack job already killed his wife ..
his strife has lessened, weighed down by a knife full of sin ..
.. but who cares of kin? when we all die someday ..it's what's destined within
meh, had a different outtake on some things on my mind. most of this is metaphorically speaking towards loved ones and deaths of ANYONE in general. sorry if my ramblings are disturbing or confusing in any way possible. enjoy ..
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