Wrath
• Written by Morrow
Was This Raised Ascertain
With Burdens Just Turning Ragged,
Baggage And Massive Introversion,
Like Why Did I Have To Be That Version?
Learning How To Be Grown
Took More Then Parts Of My Soul,
I Was Down That Road All Alone
Sleeping On Snow With All Bets
On The Hope. Let Me Cope.
I Mean Let Me Speak On The Difference
Because I Guess Our Point Of Views Are Different.
Its True I Never Had Much To Gain
With All Thoughts On Pain.
Why Can't I Think Better?
What Does This Heart Even Measure?
Writing This Doesn't Even Bring Me Pleasure,
It Festers And All I Can Hear is
"You Had Some Good Effort"
I Didn't Want Effort I Wanted Perfect
. But Maybe I Don't Deserve It.
Embarrassing To Me,
Joyful For You,
But Hey Laughter Can Bring Back
Some Seconds Of Youth,
To Be Honest Its Hard To Smile,
Because What Was In Denial
Was Unbridled
With Bitterness Make Me Soured Up,
Looking At Old Friends As Rivals
Through The Figments And Figurative's.
I Couldn't Even Be Positive
Even If You Added All The Money In The World,
It Weighs On My Conscience So Constant..
Wishing For Happier Days
With Visions Of Patterns That Break,
Cycles That Give Way,
Family Getting Sober
And I Aced Something On A First Take,
I Talked To Someone That Was Gone
The Very Next Day.
They Say Ghosts Aren't Real
Then Why Is It Chills I Feel,
Living In A House On Haunted Hill,
I Dream About My Friends Who Were Killed,
Only Fit The Bill With Zero Sums
, Greasy Grimey Gopher Guts,
Used To Wanna Be A Hero Once,
But Can't Even Save Myself As Thats Facts
My Minds Been Gone Too Long So Whats Attached?
This Was a Dangerous Path With The Incumbent Of Wrath
If I Knew Those Sins Were Deadly, Maybe Forgiveness
Is What Im Forgetting, Don't Know Which Way My Life Is Heading
Treading On Leaving To Parts Unknown, Charting A Course
With Mind On A Treasure Chest Of Gold Only Found
Inside Fatal Pirate Coves, What I Bestowed
Can Never Be Told It Can Only Be Said
I Wish I Showed Regrets And I Apologize
For Evey Rap You Have Read
I Just Dont Know Why This Is Stuck In My Head
I Fought Battles Where I Stood Alone Amongst The Dead
Tough That The Only Thing Inept, Learning How To Accept
When I Have Given My Every Breathe.
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About the Artist
Morrow
Member since July 24 2014