Don't you hate it when your train of thought is moving consistently and then something derails it?
Another idea or just a random thought pops into your head and displaces
Your concentration, this happens all too often now
With technology improving attention span goes down

and the more it goes down
the less kids play outside
and the less homework gets done

So as the sun sets all I can say is
Distractions are constant but attention you can afford to pay

you just gotta learn what you're paying to
and if the cause is really worth it because
the time you got on this here planet
is all you've got

Is it Alright
That I lust for you tonight?
Can I pleasure you
Like I already treasure you?

Is it alright
That I want to caress you gently
Give you kisses and sensual bites a plenty?

Is it alright
That I want nothing more
Than to pleasure you to your core?

Is it alright
That I desire your taste on my lips
******* on your soft nips?

My lyrics are malicious drive you ballistic like holistic priest thinking something vicious My flow is viscous moving down the beat like a runny nose the flows sick call a doctor I'll examine your lines like a proctor or a projector I'm the protector of the legit hip-hop style I profile like Ric Flair no care while you stare at this skinny black kid with the name brand flows I eat generic emcees for breakfast while my pen explodes is it so or no let it go like frozen ice cold like frozone while I Make the Mic moan and bust on stage with my lyrical *** while on the decks the wax spins sealing your doom like Indiana Jones in the temple for you theirs no room

Great it's late again and you've begun swimming through my head,
It's like I know you're gone but part of me won't let this stay dead
Aura, well that's what I nicknamed you anyway
Because your Aura spoke to me and changed me, from the day we met, that very first day
I was new to the group and you adopted me like a proud den mother
But in seemingly now time at all we were two crazies in love...

Two souls bound together by the crying of doves
You gave me my vigor back when I thought that it was gone,
You got me smiling again, after that was stretched thinner than a cheap thong
I looked into your eyes and saw something I may never see again,
A perfect storm, a part time lover, and a full time friend

Float like a butterfly and sting like a Bee
THERE AIN'T ANOTHER BROTHER IN THE WORLD AS BAD AS ME
Some of the words spoken by the greatest himself, Muhammad Ali
A man with more speed and skill
Than there are rabbits for hunters to ****
Controversial?
Undoubtedly
But such is the life of a man in a chaotic time
Civil rights movement, the Vietnam War were weighing heavily on the American people's minds.

But the greatest has passed on now, and it truly is a tragedy.

So for one last time, Float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee

So you got yourself a gun
Tell me something son
What do you think life will bring
That requires that kind of "protection"

So you got yourself a gun
What could occur
That will result in cold steel and hot lead
Creating burning pain and decaying flesh
Bodies overcrowding hospital beds

So you got yourself a gun
For hunting the less intelligent for sport
To hang pelts on your mantle
To brag about conquest as frivolous as the wax from a melted candle

So you got yourself a gun... What were you thinking of?

Drawn from the seed
whether that be hurt anger or greed
on life it feeds
punishing misdeeds
it's not a pestilence
but it strangely represents
not dead presidents
but precedents
and the presence of man
comprehends and demands
that we make a plan
to understand
this simple constant

Come down out of your spaceship oh mighty visitor from the stars beyond so fiery and bright,
Despite our gestures we're paranoid and xenophobic,
And as much as humans posture deep down we all know this,

We can't even stop brutalizing others with our words and weapons,
We've been around for thousands of years, and we can't even get the concept of feeding the hungry right
So what makes you think a strchild shall visit us tonight?

When you want something
Unusual
In pleasure, there can also be pain
Sometimes brutal
There can be denial, or even
Just plain teasing
But that's what happens,
When you've discovered your kink
In an inkling
For some like to be dominated
Others like to be dominator
But in all reality who are we to judge
What makes life wonderful is how
Different we truly are

Could you be loved,
Like those clouds in the sky?
Could you be loved even if
Death passed you by?

Could you be loved by another
Both giving your all?
Could you be loved
When your back is against the wall

No i couldn't.

Because nothing from nothing brings nothing like Billy Preston said, and though i sincerely and soberly wish this fact never entered my head, inside i feel as if my soul is dead
The spark of joy not gone but fading and love clearly isn't enabling
Me to get up and get started on making myself even better than what i was
So maybe I'll stick to crying like those doves

I love animals, especially birds of prey
And the eagle in particular is the one we'll discuss today
Majestic, wide wings and an almost regal personality
Seeing an eagle in flight is like watching your dreams turn into reality

Now, I didn't think of this solely for our heavily feathered friends
I thought of Eagles because someone reading this could think that the hard time they're in won't end.

Well, like an eagle, use the wind of the storm to carry yourself beyond the pain
We're all here for you, you're an eagle in all but name

Erasing the page
Of my final days
You may be dismayed
Or shocked at this display
Of emotion and regret
I'll be long gone when you understand this, I expect

I don't want you to regret
But I need you to forget
The tears that may fall
When the sun takes its final curtain call
When the ears can't hear and the mouth, the fragile mouth has said it all

See, even from death my writings can't be absolved
But I invite you dear friend, to watch me dissolve
So what do you think they'll say about us
When I'm gone?

Life in the city
always in the nitty gritty
if you can't make it here it'll offer no pity
a small town kid come to make it big?
warning you life here can be tricky

Hurry up I'm dreaming
like M83 you see at the stitches I'm steaming my sweats streaming down my face
trying to make my mark, or my space
on this crazy place I call home.

Riding the train
Seeing all the people go from one place to the next inside of 2 hours it's a little insane
how quickly life can move
but my question is
what can the city do for you?

Some may want to know
why I chose to dig this hole
I'll do my best to explain
I hope this won't sound to strange

breathe

I dug this hole for myself
to shelter me from finding someone else
I already have been hurt many times before
because life is a test of both what you can love and endure

so rather than actively seek things out
I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth
I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see
so many people finding who makes their heart complete.

So thanks life for ******* me over
thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya
thank you much for stripping me of
pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love

So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay
I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!"
Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed
in the heart like it's a practice dummy

and I think it's funny that I was so stupid
to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams

Now normally I'm not one to criticize but those who use what I say against me may die
You *****, you low down hypocrite you were the one who encouraged me to pick up my pen again and make words and rhymes blend, now every time I have emotions and put them to the page you get enraged when I ask for feedback you act like every single time I spill ink you think I'm writing about you **** no you're not worth the brain space but I can tell you in this place this poem is about you I doubt you can understand why it hurts pouring these words from my pen and hand because you got me off of my self imposed island you warmed up the cold heart of BRANDON but now that voice in the back of his head Nero has to rise from the dead and blast ya *** I hoped and prayed that it wouldn't be you of all people I have to lyrically slay but it's like **** with Dre day and everybody's celebrating now I'm gonna release all that dirt like I'm ******* my ego is deflating my rage inflating I'm thru with your *** you keep degrading me every time I come to you vulnerable I get stabbed in the back **** that you can eat my asscrack before I even think about inboxing you back

Hey Santa,  I know I'm a little old
But I wanted to write this letter out before it gets too cold
I'm 19 now and my requests have changed
I went from wanting a Red Ryder BB gun, to a batman action figure, to wanting something to sooth my inner rage

But now Mr. Claus, written down on this page
Is what I want this year, no tears if you can't deliver it I'll be okay
I want to have vigor and purpose
Among the people of the world outside of these written verses
I want to have a lust for life that cannot be sated
The kind of burning passion for life that no one cares how it was created
Basically, Santa on Christmas morn
I want to be a kid again, hopefully that won't get stuck in comets horns

"You're handsome nephew, how are you single?"
Im not auntie, but thanks for the compliment.
I know mirrors lie and photographs exaggerate
But I'm not when i say I've never felt any reason
To truly believe that statement
Its grated into my head that I'm... just there in all reality
Not exemplary, not on the other side of unpresentable
Just... there.

"But you're so sweet anyone would be lucky to have you!"

I mean i try to not be an inconsiderate pile of garbage because that's not how i was raised to behave but for some reason not being argumentative over the littlest things or going out cheating is misconstrued as a lack of testosterone or an unwillingness to stand up for myself or my own... that's part of why i take my feelings out not on my S.O. but in poems...

"You'll find someone eventually!"
I appreciate the thought but i doubt it seriously
I'm serially alone, which someone will have to work a near miracle to overcome
But no one is gonna do that, so alone I'll remain like i live on the other side of the sun

You can hear them
Can't you?
The shaking of my shackles
The inmates moans and cackles
Its almost time
For us to get out
To make people scream and bones splinter and crack!
I'll be free! Free from this prison that they locked me in! The voices can speak for me!
On our ****** and merry

Hallows eve!

Cupid you mischievous little cherub with wings
flying around shooting arrows so that mortals feel loves sting.
You've ******* me over, because before we met I was aces
I had friends, vibrancy, and no one occupied my minds spaces.
But then we met and you shot that **** arrow
then my life fell far from straight and narrow.
You led me to heartbreak, pain, oh wait I'm mistaken
you did me worse with your accursed arrows that keep mortals shaken

Call me a heartless cynic. call me what you may
but cupids been ******* me over since the very first day,
Now I'm horribly lonely, yeah I'll admit I've made mistakes,
trusted the wrong people, looked for companionship in the wrong places
But you've either gone blind, or senile or twisted around the bend
because your inaccuracy and messed up shots never seem to end.

so I wrote this letter, Cupid, just to say.
***** you you diaper wearing *****. now that that's done I can be on my way

If i still had passion id spend more than a healthy amount of time trying to figure the possibility of us out
but that dream was doused by the water of doubt

If a fire was still in my soul i would throw myself into loving you every second of every day
but sadly the flame has flickered out, my hearts been suffering a long winded. seemingly endless drought.

-Noir

Is Justice Really Blind?
Or can she truly see
My skin tone, my ***** hair
what makes me.. really me?

Is the fact that I'm black
Is my every single action an act
of violence or hatred for my fellow man
or can that statement I retract?

Can I fit outside
a created stereotype
can I be myself and remember my roots
can my race and the world, call a truce

My skin may be different but my organs the same
I didn't pick my ancestry, so choice isn't too blame
Can I turn back time... can I change my race
just do in this world I can have a chance.. a better place?

Patriotism these days is sonething of a damning schism
Because people think you're supposed to love your country blindly and not offer opinions or criticism
Now through this piece I might ruffle feathers and hairs I might split them
But i have a point to get a across so please listen

Now first let's address the problem of racism
It's been a long time coming but I've got a lot of thoughts to be written
First off, I'm all for being proud of your heritage and knowing your roots
And I'm all for knowing your family history and being proud like an army troop
But every time I hear someone say "the black panthers were racist" or "all lives matter" I really have to stop myself from ruining their day
The black panthers were a pro Black group in a time were thar term almost didn't exist
When being black was enough to get you killed by anyone who was a trigger happy half wit.
Secondly, you claim because they supported black power they were racist.
Well they advocated for black power when blacks had no power, and it's with ease I can say this.

I guess
I've been feeling listless
Physically I'm well
But I'm far from my best
I really want some excitement
But I don't know where to find it
I'm in a life based rut
But
I'm breathing, healthy and strong
And I know this slowdown won't last for long

I let my mind wander,
And I don't think it came back

I let my heart travel, and it suffered from constant attack

I let my mouth run away, and it's still not returned to this day

I watched my legs abandon me
And my arms crawled into the sea
Totally independent of me

But, losing all these things taught me a very simple and poignant lesson

Appreciate what you have before it's gone, because what you take for granted someone wants and isn't afraid to deal with some stressing

I'm not one for recreating my mistakes repeating yourself is for the birds like  hitchcock or however that old saying goes
To show that maybe this can be done right
This time, and as i plotted this rhyme out
Like Dr. Doom in comic books i grew shook like Havoc on that classic queensbridge beat
As i sat and thought, what could this mean?
Has that cloud of cynicism left and overpowered my lyricism I'm not much of a wordsmith to begin with but sxxt if this is what it takes to make what could've been great
Then around the corner I'll bend if it means we can try again...

It was another one of those nights
I came home, I missed you. i was lonely
I got In and you weren't home
Geez I'm Oh so *****

I made dinner and walked into the room
I dropped down on the bed
I looked over and read a note
nestled sweetly beside my head

I opened it up
and this is what it said
"Hey lover, I'm hiding from you
come find me use your head ;)"

Task in mind
I took off my shoes
Your little game driving out
all of my blues.

I tried the garage, not a sign of you to be found
I tried the kitchen and attic.
nope your still not around,

I searched in the bathrooms and found a clue
it was another note
"You're getting warmer lover, I'm closer than you think was what she wrote

Intrigued, I went to the room my journey began in,
I walked to the bedroom door and you said
"Come in"

I opened the door slowly n poked my head inside
I saw you wearing that lingerie we picked out
I grew hard at the sight

Calling me over
with those soft blue eyes
you already knew you had me mesmerized.

As you pulled on my necktie I heard you say
I know you had it rough, I'm gonna **** you all better today ;)

The apostles say that the love of money
Is the root of all evil
And the wit George Bernard Shaw said that the lack of money  is the root of all evil
I agree with both philosophies, but I won't put any money on it.
Well if money is evil, at this point it may seem to be a necessary one.
But money changes us it seems
Whether we aim to aspire above or live beyond our means.

But I can't Speak much on money, but I can tell you this
No matter how much money you have happiness comes from love and time spent with loved ones not being materialistic

It's Funny
i never saw you this way when we first met
but now I keep imagining you on top of me
hot and wet
it's a hard thought to shake
you grinding against my member
I think I've finally knocked it out
but it comes back around like December

it's funny because the lines aren't blurred
we're both sober our speech isn't slurred
but when I lay alone I become drunk with lust
and this aching desire to sip and drink from your cup
I can't keep thinking about you like this
it's unhealthy for us both, like an uncomfortable itch.

Am I adjusting to the *****
that time brings along
Am I all out of hope
what am I doing wrong?

Each thought I think
gets stupider each time
my brain is starting to stink
from my rotten tired rhymes?

Have I reached my peak
has my slide begun?
should I end it now?
stop abusing ink?

You, know I've given this some thought
and these following words come straight out of my heart.

Entitled.

That's everyone's favorite word to describe everyone my age
They seem to look at us with disdain, and in some cases blatant rage
But I gave it a day to simmer over
And you know what?
We are entitled. All of us are.
We're entitled to a world we didn't Choke to death with coal, fracking, poisoned water and cars.
We're entitled to an age when you don't get arrested and incarcerated for token up with some friends and blazing, or for protecting our loved ones ending up behind bars

You're right, we're entitled to an Era when you don't have to carry debt to the grave to pay off a 4 year investment
And a world where we can love and live as who we want, without judgement,
Now, I know put of shape while you read or hear this you might get bent.

Entitled.

You're right, but not in the way that you think
Because you've thrown everything at us but the proverbial kitchen sink.
But we're still here, and not going away.
Call us entitled all you want, but we're taking that word back today.

Lady you're a gem
and no I'm not just flirting
or trying to be disconcerting
you are a gem.

The most frustrating for any decent guy to witness
Is to see a girl be with a complete ***** it's like it's masochism do you enjoy getting your heart broken or just never learn to try the guy that's soft spoken?

I'm not saying be naive, not everybody you date is meant for marriage the house and the baby carriage but you'd save yourself pain and the emotional baggage
if you left the *** that just wants to get in your pants alone, seriously, that's not the one you wanna take back home...

I'm tired
Fatigued
of what this crazy thing called life
has done to my heart
cracking it open like a walnut
eating it's fill of affection, love, and feelings
tidying up, tossing the shell back into my room
then saying "Thanks for this meal? see you again at noon!"

Seriously..... everyone I've ever wanted for about a year or so has either been taken hated me or been out walking the stroll

ya know it's earth shattering and depriving to the soul to know that everybody has someone perfect for them but that someone hasn't found me or I haven't them..

what then? what does it take, for me to find someone who's never even considered a heart to break?
who won't play with my head....
won't rip me to pieces over something stupid that I said

Your words were like this velvet glove
Silky and sultry, heavy on lust with subtle hints of something like love
The kind of hypnotism that could only have come from the stars above
Your voice was an aphrodisiac that couldn't be stopped, because the more I heard you speak with those trouble colored lips I felt like I smoked a spliff with some really good crop

My mind told me no, but my body couldn't bear for you to stop
So sensual, so seductive yet reserved at the same time
Like this velvet glove, you were aesthetically pleasing yet internally teasing at the same time

If I'm not here tomorrow don't feel sorrow
just carry on until the rise of the Sun on the morrow
tomorrow isn't promised to anybody everyday in Chicago you hear about another dead body
chalk in the street the whole family meets
at the funeral home a parent burying a child they may have raised all alone

It's like we try to raise kings without thrones or queens with overactive hormones
our children spend more time alone while their parents are away drinking death into a city it's like we constantly create our own committees of death and demons I mean this

I wonder what its like to look at a mirror, stare at your reflection and not want to reject it
Eject it into a vat of ether so it burns slow like tuna casserole
I know i shouldn't be writing about these things but its been haunting me since i was 16
Still young and somewhat pristine but no one went my way like cards on a riverboat, I've hid that feeling for a long time with an overcoat
Made of self deprecation and little derivation from that formula of running from things i cant see, but you cant avoid your own feelings
When they hammer into you like nails on a wall,
Its a winder I'm still standing up posted like a ghostbuster in city hall...

I wouldve been gone years ago, bur music saved me y'all.

Over the river and through the woods
off of the highway and into the hoods
through the south side heading downtown
we're driving until we run out of ground

my lady by my side and the pedal underneath
kissing her hand as my feet numb and begin to sleep
telling her I love her and kissing her adorable rosy cheeks
it's hard to keep my eyes on the road
because her natural beauty is far from the mold

We arrive in the city downtown to be precise
we step out of the car to stares, I know we look nice
Holding her hand and being able to say
If we finally went over the edge together,
in madness, with you I'll stay :)

They say that you make a difference in your life by changing who's around you if that's the case I've been replaced so often I'm like a lizard in a grotto,

I'm pretty sure everybody since 8th grade hates and probably would spit on my grave, maybe throw more dirt on my name it drives me insane like a kamikaze without a plane

I hate having insecurity, but it was nurtured into me like breast milk or shaved silk I'm a human contradiction like a stereotypical scot without a kilt.

I've been stabbed with the sword and kicked with the hilt I know how I'm built but my rhymes awaken my inner guilt, I'd poetically be dead but death is boring it's dull like Latin class left me snoring exploring for a new way to end the pain I'd probably drop shots but the alcohol will poison my brain

What can you do if your own head doesn't make sense
the silence maddening to sit through and the cacophony of every day leaving inside your mind an unholy stench
It feels like there's in my head next to the iPad a ******* monkey wrench
I guess I don't understand anymore what's going on why can't this make sense
Unless I write my head will snap open and the scars will be visible
But sometimes even among most of my friends I can't help but feel invisible
Ridiculed and the things I helped bring become dead and forgotten
God it's like I'm listening to myself give a review on that site with tomatoes that are rotten
I'm not scheming or plotting just looking for that lighthouse in the fog
Because I can't find inspiration in this mental planet of smog

I see the hangman
walking down the street
Handcuffs in the pocket
trying to be discreet

I see the life getting choked
out of my ebony skinned throat
I could roll through and throw him off
but I'm outnumbered, it's like fates cruel yoke

I feel violated
I CAN'T BREATHE
I CAN'T MOVE
I'm trying to breathe
My brains starting
to break down...
I can't...
I can't


RIP to Me.

For many months now
relationships and I grew apart
over that time I developed a cold cold heart
colder than the villainous Mister Freeze if you please
Icier than subzero in a pinch

In short, I was mortified of becoming attached
My last relationships had become like Big Rigs over the road racing... before the patch
But alas this personal trend was destined to end
I finally met someone, who melted the snow within

So I thank you my dear, for shattering the ice that began to make up my life
please don't take this lightly, because I didn't get like this overnight

I can daydream in words
For days it seems
But somehow when I try to describe
What you mean to me
I stumble and slip
Over rhymes I flip
Syllabic puzzles thrown at me to remain confounded
It's astounding what you've done
You've turned the night back into a rising sun
And yet somehow
I stumble on how to say
How appreciative I am of you
Each and every day
I know it's not much, but
This is the best I can do for you.
Is to say these 3 words

I love you

Oh there's plenty of things
That are wrong with me
I desire to do better
To make my flaws new strengths
To not flop at the first sign of changing weather

I've got some screws in my head loose
And an attention span shorter than the kickback on a black tre deuce
Looks wise I'm about as appealing as a dead spruce
And that's just my looks, not my personality which is *******

I swear I'm too nice for my own good. And my head moves faster than the gap in my face
I've got a **** memory, even if I've known you for years I'd still forget your face

But


I'm flawed and cracked like a Thursday night  in a love shack
And I'm trying to find strength that sometimes isn't there
I get so frustrated with myself I wanna pull out my short hair...

But through all this, I'm still standing and I know one day I'll get there.

If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
Make cents, doesn't it?
I'm in life's drivers seat
But I don't have the gumption to gun it
Really own it, run it
Because of this consistent deceleration
My opinion on myself is really suffering to degradation
It's like Germany's currency after world war one
Worthless, wordless, like an unloaded gun
You ever know you deserve better but can't find anybody worth the time?
Yes I know I've whined constantly about this topic in rhyme
But it annoys me and breaks my heart at the same time
So if it don't make dollars it don't make sense, at least for now that's what I find

it's easy to forget I'm human isn't it?
I'm not ungrateful I just express my feelings differently
I often keep them to myself and when that doesn't work I'll lay then into a rhyming pattern that hopefully people read

so yes I'm weird as all get out and I don't think the way you do
I'm human or did you forget that fact too?
I guess its easy to forget that when you misread the ***** under my hat

Vulture

A perfect word to describe people sometimes
When you've hunted your prey and there on your **** they lie.
Opportunistic
In most cases materialistic

A vulture, a common scavenger
Greed motivating every single move

So yeah Mr trump I described you perfectly
Or even better I can relate this to you biblically
As I recall king david was told of a rich man taking a lamb from someone who was poor,
So why would we vote for you? We've taken all the greed we can endure

Where someone can get jumped or shot due to the color of their skin

Where someone can be judged off of what extremists do for their religion

Where money justifies anything, including the destruction of sacred land

Where "you must pull yourself up! Don't expect a helping hand!"

Where the youth are criticized for not making those same mistakes

Where you can be criticized for every single breath you take

Where love, or hell even a baby dying inside of you. Isn't supported by those that call themselves pro life

Where life was once precious, but now comes closer to collapsing every day

Where you're spit on or disowned for even suggesting that you're gay

Where we cant accept abnormality, where wanting and desiring change is a sin

That's the country we live in.

I hate long distance
Relationships
Which is kinda hypocritical of me considering
How many times I've gone through it

Your heart was mailed first class
To someone a few thousand miles away
And I always had to ***** it all up
So that piece, with them it would always stay

I'm tired of chopping my heart
Into a bunch of amazon prime pieces
But I can't bring up the nerve to get to know someone on a first name basis
Let alone asking them out.

I didn't go to my high school prom
I figured I'd confess that before my coffin goes across the pond
Why?  Well ill give you the 5 main reasons
The first being I didn't have anywhere near enough money to pay for everything during the season
The tuxedo, limo and tickets would've made my wallet scream TREASON

the second reason I didn't go to the star studded gatsby themed soiree
Was because I didn't ask anyone, and no one to me did the same
The third reason is exactly the same as the first
And it would be redundant to explain it in another verse

The final reason I didn't go is because to be quite frank I'm no good whatsoever at parties
And I didn't know half the people there oddly
Enough but this isn't rough to me
I'm glad I didn't go, yes seriously.

Hello
My name is Nero
And I'm a cynical *******.
I've been a cynic for some years now
And it seems though i try to escape it
In other's relations i continue to drown
I try not to bring others down
But
Its hard to ignore a pronounced frown
Or ignore words and wounds that refuse to calm down
Or your own insecurities screaming "YOU DON'T DESERVE WHAT THEY HAVE!" "GIVE UP AND MAYBE YOUR PATHETIC EXISTENCE WILL BE SLIGHTLY LESS SAD!!"
And on the other side the music that defines my life plays along with another voice saying that you can be better, if not for yourself than for someone else
Her specifically because even though you're at the bottom to please her you need no wealth
All you need is time and effort
But then the other voice screams "EFFORT IS A WASTE LIKE YOU YOU BLACK BLEMISH ON OCCUPIED SPACE!"

And as these voices battle, my mind rattles and heart shakes
Seeing the love others show when all that comes and goes like a chameleon, that maybe I'll just be someone's mistake...

Oh honey you seem to have mistaken me for a toy
I refuse to fall for your thinly veiled ploy
I'm no puppet, I'm no one's pride and joy
much like Iggy Pop, I'm the one the world's forgotten boy, I think is what he said
What you did too me miss succubus still needles at my head
You used me to get back on your feet, then ripped my heart out to leave as food for the buzzards,
stone cold and dead.

Are you surprised I'm alive?
I'm surprised somewhat as well
considering you put me through what any one would consider the average everymans burning hell
But now, after going through that pain I finally found some measure
a saving grace some may say, I happened upon a much greater treasure.

because all though I am the world's forgotten boy,

I can still search out those that hurt me, then proceed to mercilessly destroy