Illumanati
• Written by Morrow
Scary, Been Barely Sharing
What Was
Impairing
My Flaring Temper
Look Into Mirror Staring,
Like What Soul Am I?
What Lingers Beside?
Are The Ghosts Real
Because I Still Feel Audrey's
Precense
So Gifted From Heaven
I Know The Seventh Seal
Hasn't Passed Yet
But Maybe My Poetry
Just Daunted
, It Haunted Trails
Of My Past
So Frail And Quick To Burn
Til Specks Of Ash,
Vast Motives
Driven By Fast Emotions,,
Rotating Cylinder Disc,
If I Could Whisk
The Wisp Of My Destruction,
Wish The Fist Ruled
Through Solid Punches
I Wanted The World And More To Come,
Ive Seen Scarred Ones
Go On Their Last Run,
What Was Lost Can Be Found But
What Was Found Can Be Lost.
Like What Was That Cost?
Arm And Leg? A Severed Head?
A Brain With Syllable Defects
Who Only Found Home Within The Devils Rejects?
I'm Prepared For The Fallout, Boy
Have You Lost Your Mind?
Like Even Radioactive Signs
Couldn't Perform Espionage
On My Lyrics,
You Can Try and Spy The Rhymes
, But It'll Fly Over Your Head Like An Angel
Finally Laid To Rest,
If I Could Connect Through Failed Tries,
I Miss The Happiness Left Unscrewed
I Tried Popping THe Cork
But I Cut It Too Short
And Now I Gotta Break This Bottle,
and Try To Pan With My Hands?
Was That The Fountain of Youth,
Even On Black Hills I Still See Mountains Of Truth
, My Sanity
Cracked And Broken
, The Door Has Been Kicked And Left Open,
What Was I Coping With?
A Ocean Of Regret Im Drowning With?
If I Could Try To Uplift,
Go As Far as I Go With This Gift,
Would i Be Able To Cause A Shift
Where People Actually Gave A Shit?
ah Maybe I Should Stop There,
Where Every Frame In my Brain Remains Disrepaired,
Hope Has Been A Distant Ware,
I Mean Where?
I Could Continue The Boohoos And Unfairs,
Show Wounds Cause They All There.
But What Was Laid Bare
Is Now At It's Dying Breathe,
The Coughing And Weezing
Yet It Gave Up The Fight,
It Lost Its Will To Live,
Did Way More Pills Then I Did,
Slumped Over And Passed With A Cigarette-
In Its Mouth
. I Wonder If Its Still Smiling,
What Im Piling Won't Be Understood.
Granted As Powers That Be And The Wishes You Could.
But I Was Talking Aoout Love Thats Deceased,
I Was Fishing And Saw Its Floating Body,
A Murderous Intent Staged By The Illuminati.
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Morrow
Member since July 24 2014