The death of (ME)… Is it destined to be?
Poetry from the heart; jumpstart, Jot not to get hurt only find hurt when we love.
There’s Magic in music, words that can kill- rhyming verbs like slaughtering. Chopping it up in each verse. Body parts mangled- watch them leave in a hearse.
There is no re-verse in this thing? Allergic to the bee sting. Product of the poison. Drive! Keep you eyes on the fucking road.
I know a purse will steal you. Seduced to seem real but all she do is use you. Lied to, stolen from, feeling defeated like they’d won.
Dis-regard what I’m saying… Repeated. DP-BE-KNEE-DEEP in the game, “KNOW I’M INSAY’N!?”
Spraying, words straight from an airbrush. Must have been lust? Always want to hang with them no good-FEENS.
Push goes to shove/ prison comes next. This path it is showing/ maybe chosen.
Demons they want you in the Underworld with them. Poor decisions. Not a Christian but a near death experience will make ‘One’ believe; being saved is a must. Ask forgiveness. To be born again.
How Deep shall we go? Sell your soul…? To the Devil? Soul used to glow but no morals. Living dark now in a cold world.
Did we lose You?
R-I-P can you hear me?
Though a presence is known it doesn’t seem that your even near to me.
Think too much and we feel too little, there is such a thing called Evil.
It’s human nature. – D.P.