Each word was heavier then the next
Punctuations were blackholes
Trapping solars through the text
Translations read "I am not afraid of death"
I am however petrified of a timeline
Terrified of an algorithm trying to define the textures of my rhymes
And the tendencies of the contingencies that disorientate the frequencies of the bell chimes
Pitches that were left to malnourish in these chambers
In the same crucible that replaced its rudimentary nature
With walls of foam that absorb the most infinitesimal of vibrations
Along with windows with shades that annihilate rays of the most miniscule of molecules of the nights constellations
I continue mediating
Eternally Waiting
Forever Creating
Until I hear a voice
It slices through the vapors
Telling me to trek and claim terrain
To march to a candice on clay
Even though grass was my choice
Now Im Forced to grow the green In my psyches Elysian fields
Because as a man dress in all orange
The color of Freedom will always systematically appeal
Faceless reapers come to visit dressed in business suits for a deal
A contract drawn in blood to harvest my crops for their sacrificial meals
I signed knowing whats to come
And at the time I wished to leave with the skeletons
Hold their robes of night
Dance my digits along their scythe
Because I see the beauty in every one of them
And I would too
That's the purest of truths
If I only knew the right numbers to dial
But I have no clue
So I'll dance in limbo for awhile
Until Deja vu
Because I was promised as a child
That they'll give me a call when its my time
I just hope thats true
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Each word was heavier then the next
Punctuations were blackholes
Trapping solars through the text
Translations read "I am not afraid of death"
I am however petrified of a timeline
Terrified of an algorithm trying to define the textures of my rhymes
And the tendencies of the contingencies that disorientate the frequencies of the bell chimes
Pitches that were left to malnourish in these chambers
In the same crucible that replaced its rudimentary nature
With walls of foam that absorb the most infinitesimal of vibrations
Along with windows with shades that annihilate rays of the most miniscule of molecules of the nights constellations
I continue mediating
Eternally Waiting
Forever Creating
Until I hear a voice
It slices through the vapors
Telling me to trek and claim terrain
To march to a candice on clay
Even though grass was my choice
Now Im Forced to grow the green In my psyches Elysian fields
Because as a man dress in all orange
The color of Freedom will always systematically appeal
Faceless reapers come to visit dressed in business suits for a deal
A contract drawn in blood to harvest my crops for their sacrificial meals
I signed knowing whats to come
And at the time I wished to leave with the skeletons
Hold their robes of night
Dance my digits along their scythe
Because I see the beauty in every one of them
And I would too
That's the purest of truths
If I only knew the right numbers to dial
But I have no clue
So I'll dance in limbo for awhile
Until Deja vu
Because I was promised as a child
That they'll give me a call when its my time
I just hope thats true
