I was pondering why my heart bleeds
while my soul quenches the taste of salty tears,
a taste acquired through the years
while I embrace life seconds of grains embrace my fears
like an hour glass spilling the unconscious secret of time
the motion to murder myself
weapon of choice?
my mind. Unlocking pieces no one would want to see.
The extricate is a black part of me.
And while I am honest and innocent in my youth
Ive lived for him and the unlimited possibilities he could do
and the limited possibilities our lives could take
and kept pushing on when the possibilities proved fake.
When my limitations shower the vision of no infrastructure
the power of love with no lover
the innocence of youth without sin
the presence of pain without bestowed wisdom.
and while I can only began again where Ive left off
off left I
where again
Ive begin.
Only to fall back in the circle of death that we call sin.
To give in
to the flesh the mind body and call for my soul
watching blackness and death slowly taking control.
And yet, the extricate is still a part of me but for all the faces I have
my eyes can still not yet see
and my ears refuse the pulsing vibrations of benevolent truth.
I was a diamond turned coal in my youth
so seek the proof
someone told me im so black that i piss oil
i laughed he missed cuttin ass on my black soil
my rareness a deity of value and design
fresh from the garden of Eden at its time
constantly thirsty for meals of my mind
so the time Ive spent falling
you've misunderstood my flight
and if you see tears...they'll be poems by the end of the night
I'm done seeking the world and its fools
in my bottomless pit of reality there's so much left to do.
while my soul quenches the taste of salty tears,
a taste acquired through the years
while I embrace life seconds of grains embrace my fears
like an hour glass spilling the unconscious secret of time
the motion to murder myself
weapon of choice?
my mind. Unlocking pieces no one would want to see.
The extricate is a black part of me.
And while I am honest and innocent in my youth
Ive lived for him and the unlimited possibilities he could do
and the limited possibilities our lives could take
and kept pushing on when the possibilities proved fake.
When my limitations shower the vision of no infrastructure
the power of love with no lover
the innocence of youth without sin
the presence of pain without bestowed wisdom.
and while I can only began again where Ive left off
off left I
where again
Ive begin.
Only to fall back in the circle of death that we call sin.
To give in
to the flesh the mind body and call for my soul
watching blackness and death slowly taking control.
And yet, the extricate is still a part of me but for all the faces I have
my eyes can still not yet see
and my ears refuse the pulsing vibrations of benevolent truth.
I was a diamond turned coal in my youth
so seek the proof
someone told me im so black that i piss oil
i laughed he missed cuttin ass on my black soil
my rareness a deity of value and design
fresh from the garden of Eden at its time
constantly thirsty for meals of my mind
so the time Ive spent falling
you've misunderstood my flight
and if you see tears...they'll be poems by the end of the night
I'm done seeking the world and its fools
in my bottomless pit of reality there's so much left to do.
