The cage is cracking.
Maybe it's all the pressure that's been stacking,
But I can feel the grip loosening myself,
It's like I'm at war to not to go into a cell,
Trying not to fall off of this cliff; Wait, I already fell,
I'm too deep in this ****.
Taunted by inner demons and beasts,
With skin so tight they can't move around with ease,
They want a release and they see it deep in my flesh,
And they're up for the test.
Perpetual attacks like they can handle even the best.
They want me to rest,
Sleep for an unknown amount of time,
And the only weapon I wield is hidden in rhymes.
The sharper the words, the deeper the cuts,
And the better the concept the further out of this rut
I can manage to crawl. My backs to the wall,
I'm stumbling, can't afford to fall,
With no space to breathe I hold my ground and I stall.
They fight for their king,
Obeying the power of his ring,
The evil twin I never wanted who's eyes send a sting.
He's a demented thing. Backwards;
He's just as old as I am so he's not an antique,
And he isn't unique. He's a cold hearted, hardened machine,
Apathetic and cutthroat, and his target is me.
The demons serve him, and have come for my head,
Maybe King Tony can take the drivers seat,
But he'll have to wait till I'm dead.
I've been dealing with some internal struggles lately.