A drop of rain parts the fur of a captive tiger it reminds him of the jungle that he has never seen but there is a poster he can look at vaguely he plans a holiday two weeks in the sun then he heads indoors to his food bowl and watches the downpour through the window
Dreaming in ivory she heeded nothing. The solace rushed through each cell like unalloyed ecstasy. Evaporating her last sigh, she let go of the agony left viable within. Life wasn’t absolute anymore, self identity was consumed. A lifeless corpse with no earthly ties, no human needs. Decay began having his way with her devoid flesh case. Life flourishes from blight so gracefully. What once contained memories and dreams, was now reduced to naught.
My lover goes traveling with a backpack of things Her eyes are always on the distance She is a wanderer at heart and a sentimental hoarder I wonder how she walks invisible and still takes up the room But she doesn’t wonder at all When she leaves she cleans up after herself like it’s the scene of a crime Sometimes I think I don’t know her And I am just the things she carries When she leaves she will clean up after herself And there will be nothing left of me to see
I got a Voldemort filled inside my brain a world exist where door ain't remain. A world governed by testo and dopemine everyday feel like making it rain sleepless nights feel like jerking aside the thoughts inside barking futile because already gave in flesh and bone where sins cave in.
Feel like fly in Venus ain't working out with Jesus so lemme call out to star bruh lend me few Winnie to fetch me some honey as i rather have pitch up deep than to sow and let it reap thinking and thinking till it leads to ******* scar that feeds grooving epidermis making it bleed it's like god handing out seeds and I ain't getting one because of my deeds
Landline, laziness the line bed's the mine set foot there goes the crying all i do is sit back and rhyme hiding sorrows in these lines hoping you'd save the day like the Dre back when shady was stray Pray, I pray none's listening is my existence so grey pillow talking all night only time i get to voice my say.
I wrote this back when I was in a bad place... Well never opening this door ever again... i hope :(((