#concequences
You finking you higher than
Tower blocks.
King of no castle
Is what I think.
We laid seige to this fairy tale
That you lived in.
And the nightmare of your reality
Began to sink in.
Quicker than sand, it swallowed
You deep.
And you didn't die, na that's
Way to easy, I got friends in places.
A voice box cut out, stitches to
Remember, think what you
Say quietly to yourself cos
The walls have ears..
And you talk like a ***** on heat,
******* others,
with big man talk.
You ain't no king, you ain't even
A porper..
You alone and no ones
Backing up your words.
Cos the street listens, and you got
No voice, you were silenced even
Before you tried to be street.
You were trod on more
than the pavement,
*** holes are your weakness.
As you tripped over your own ****
You tried to climb but then you fell.
Ain't no rapunsal,
ain't no queen.
You were curb stomped and all those
Words you tried to speak just bleed
All over an uncaring street.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Why is it that at the end of every sentence I write.
There's a man with a knife piercing it's blade into the back of my brain.
My mind feels colder this year.
Minutes die faster but hours live longer.
Half-empty water bottles like my goals scattered across my room.
I wrapped a noose around concequences neck and kicked the chair he stood on.
I watched his legs dangle like dancing ballerinas on top of a frozen creek.
His face went colorless.
Then I buried him beneath my bed.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC