My Paradox
• Written by Xeaclare
Xeaclare's Notes
2nd rap I wrote, not my favortie. I'm gonna work on this one before I record it. I'm gonna record Dope Master 1st.
Copyright © 2015 FLAK Records LLC.
Heroin granted me wings n' withdrew the sky, leavin' me captured.
So I pushed down the plunger n' soared to infinity.
So far gone it's hardly torture, leaving me appressed n' enraptured.
The needle grows duller with each endless puncture, countin' on my invincibly.
I am an accumulation of every wrong turn n' hasty decision.
I learned to survive the only way known, fuckin' utterly callous.
the demon that rages fatally within, incapable of exorcising.
the black sheep chock full of grudges, from sin to instinct.
Full blown addiction is eating when you are starving.
The cruel paradox starts as you realize the hunger will never relent.
As the needle blossoms red and you feel the poison you servin'.
a sensation of bliss that can’t be compared in the slightest
Scars of the past that haunt me at every corner.
Torment shattering my chemical induced paradise.
Temporary relief fades as hope remains a foreigner.
A junkie stands before you, needle forever in hand.
My synthetic demons course through my veins.
Every free moment spent pursuing my next high.
A demoralized shell of a women all that remains.
Engulfed by a craving that I don't dare deny.
Striving to break the binds that claim my essence.
Another step closer to death, my final escape strategy.
Glimpses of hope consumed by the devil's taunting.
Delusions of freedom serve as a reminder of tragedy.
Praying silently for mercy to a god that I don't believe in.
Committing suicide in slow motion my pitifully retreat.
Standing within reach, ready to face death without fear.
The vicious cycle I'm predestined to repeat.
Stuck with no ending in sight, requiring more as I feel something.
Poison seeped into my soul, providing a brief detour.
Facade crumbling apart at the seams, incapable of bluffing.
My bleak reality a forlorn abyss forced to endure.
Mirror reflecting the depraved spirt I've become.
Void of the girl I once was, tried so hard to repress.
Demons that dwell inside, forced to succumb.
Grim existence summarized, clearly a junkie in excess.
Nothing left but to accept my pitiful fate.
Carrying forward to greet my impending demise.
Won't be long now, junkies have a quick turnover rate
Heroin perpetually faithful, by my side as I await.
Copyright © 2015 FLAK Records LLC.
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Xeaclare
Member since January 23 2015