, i sit outside and let my mind confides
with dismal skies, i hear the eery wind cry, and it serenades my
weary mind, as distant dying stars collide,beautiful kaotic suicide
i smell the ocean tide, and im hypnotize and memorized by the rhythmic flow it
provides, the swaying movement of the grass, as it
moves from the wind of a super nova blast, my space ship
crashed back in 1986, i was knocked off course by a lunar
eclipse, blew into thousand pieces, my DNA replicated my species
i transformed and absorbed all the nutrients through a newly formed convent
the brother hood of doom sent from hells star to consume, fucked up on mushrooms
playing a nice spacey tune, watching the dense smoke elevate into a white plume
i knock on tombs, waking dead pharaoh, and together we ascend, flying straighter
than an arrow, mans scope is to narrow, to see the broader horizons, i find
gods to confide in, and together we make time bend, so we can carefully amend, the broken
will of modern men, i need my soul cleansed, the scent of demons in my skin,
as men we cant pretend we don't let the devil in, my conscious is thin, the ethereal realm
takes my membrane by the helm, and introduce me to the ghost of fallen kings, i bow with
grace at there presence their sight humbles me, the world that i have scene, is alien, warships
made of palladium, there armed to the teeth, outcome is bleak, just the extinction of race
wiped clean and erased, life has such a bitter taste, so i salt my wounds just in case, it gets to bland for me to take, i swallow pills to alter the way i feel, time starts to run together i have skipped so many meals, please point me towards the real, cause this ficticious
is malnutritous, im on course for a collision, to be on the list of heavens omissions,i need to make some changes , cause in the book of my life there's so many blank pages, what have i accomplished? its so hard to be honest, when you've broken so many promises, live with the monster ive created, yet i keep him properly sedated, with crown royal, i tip the bottle until my blood boils , then i coil, like viper, wait calmly like
a sniper, waiting for the right point in time to catch fire, after this one i'll retire, cause no one will
reach hire lyrically or metaphysically, so just analyze the myth of me, the monsters that influence
me, i was born and bread to be, the greatest spectacle in history, cause i spin a tail so beautifully
my words and colors elope like looking through a kaleidoscope, i expand and bloom with every sing word and note, im on a sinking boat, so now i must abandon hope, or i'll drown in my dreams, a ghastly scene then thats all she wrote, once the fat lady sings there is no in between, no ifs ands or may bes,
to put it quite blatantly, cause when it comes to deaths subtly escapes me, its such a beautifully
tragedy to find rest eternally, the macabre burns in me, one day my thoughts will murder me, plant a gun in my hand and blame it on suicide you see, this is my biography
the story that was ment for me, these devils try to destroy me but they aren't properly equipped for me
the battles for knowledge g, and it will go on till infinity, and im going to write these rhymes
till im acknowledged by the holy trinity
peace