2am juices,
I’m pouring myself onto this canvas
Let’s have a glass..
Off myself uncensored…
My canvas black and white
Like stars in the night
Can you hear them shooting?
Splashes of red, gushing out the wounds
Ancestors rising out the tombs…
What are you willing to sacrifice?
They say life is a gamble, except somebody already threw the dice..
We are slaves to the forces …
Married to a chosen fate ,without room for divorces…
You see The canvas …has been painted
All that’s left,
Is for you to open the doors that frame it..
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
2am juices,
I’m pouring myself onto this canvas
Let’s have a glass..
Off myself uncensored…
My canvas black and white
Like stars in the night
Can you hear them shooting?
Splashes of red, gushing out the wounds
Ancestors rising out the tombs…
What are you willing to sacrifice?
They say life is a gamble, except somebody already threw the dice..
We are slaves to the forces …
Married to a chosen fate ,without room for divorces…
You see The canvas …has been painted
All that’s left,
Is for you to open the doors that frame it..
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