Head in Hands
...At the tips of my fingers.
The sweat of my palms mix with the tears from my eyes,
The lines on my face appear to have seen many lives,
My mouth only opens to scream and let out cries,
I've died inside... And all I can do is hide.
My hands are a hope, a shield... The only real cloak I yield,
I don't feel healed, I feel soaked in blood, sealed in stains.
I feel no good... I'm Hopeless and plain.
I wouldn't know shame except its the same as defeat,
And the only thing I know is my hands where I retreat.
I seek solitude in the shadows of deceit, I'm weak.
Im unique in the presence of the freaks,
I sleep in the present, but I've past to many weeks.
I'm deep, deep in the darkness my hands pocess.
I close my eyes and reap heartlessly,
I progess into the marvelous depth of my paws.
I process the steps after I've left each of them in awe.
I float down the valley of the shadow of death,
Which resides in my hands... Im the only one left.
I've slept in this realm of loneliness so many nights,
But only since the happiness eroded into the light...
Once there was a land at the height of laughter,
I was a master in this planned disaster,
At the tips of my fingers lived the cast of my past...
And many nights I collapsed into fast lives since relapsed.
Now Im left cowering where I laughed, where my dreams did stand...
Now it seems its all forgotton since my head hit my hands.
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Having fun with this, Blah!!
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=187233
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=187528
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