Hope you all enjoy this has been in the making for a while, just now had time to fully write the verse out.
Spitfull
Leaks Of Blood run the wall , who matches the identity ?
Knife sharpness player , A sword is there entity.
Skin turns to bone which makes people run off n scream
Its their nightmare nothing ever seen in a dream
End it feelin demonized ; chains dont hold me down
I start it feelin hypnotized ;demons ruling all the ground.
I was clueless , thats the definition of that emotion .
A stinging pain shocked my mind , then i twist in a 300n60degree motion.
Theres scars on my body so i sign im a survivour
But A tingle up my back makes death feel slightly closer.
The lifeline has shortend like every easter , christmas , birthday.
Who knows what day will be declared there conclusion
I just wanna end this struggle , a death to an illusion.
Im forced to continue its the birth of a chapter
Fear the stuff as if it was full of dark matter.
Cant view the killing so drink till ya arms fall off
By then it would feel like the ceilings blown off
Back at the blood, its running down the walls
I dont walk my body decides to crawl
I look at my hands while my fingers grow claws
Ive takin a spiritual transform
My human look has just been torn..
Kanvas
Tortured, fucked, and ripped to bloody shreds
Out of body experience, momentum tearin' the threads
that connect tissue to tendon, keep me grippin' for my Jesus pieces,
Pleading at a priceless value but don't even know what the least is.
Redundant words finding ways to escape from my chapped, bloody lips
Spit dripping down my jaw, my hands clenched into the tightest of fists
Spirtual transformation and I didn't sign up for this kind of change,
Twist my spine and my fears are trapped in tunnel vision, thoughts deranged.
I sold my soul to the devil a while back, just to get a lifetime contract
Classis verses always spilling out from my brain, soon- historical artifacts
Blurred at the edges, but still stand out like I've been gravely embossed
Out of order but God tellin' me it's never too late to simply re-stock
But I load up the piece and get ready to light the entire neighborhood up
Put it to my head but instead of fire, I trigger fuck the side and try out my luck..
NO! This ain't heaven, this ain't hell, this is just a distorted image of the life I thought I left
Stuck in the past forever, dealing with the memories that gave me nightmares-
and begged for death.
And after every tear that I shed, and after every addiction I fed,
here I stand with the gun in my hand and my soul in the other, waiting to be condemned..
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