Necromancy (Unfinished)
• Written by FreeMason
I can feel the light, its bright
Its about, 12 at night and I can't fight
The sight of ya head upright
Should I split ya head with a scythe
Or end ya life with a knife
Cause nothings right, and I don't feel alright
I'll incite my own behavior despite
What you might think so rethink
And make a distinct decision, volition
Listen, I'm in a mental prison
Reminiscing back to when you were my acquisition
No signs of attrition, I've always been patrician
But somehow friction deprived our fruition
Without intuition, you're my sedition
I guess my premonition came the instant
An apparition with no predisposition
Made an inquisition into my mental vision
Am I even in position, or imposition
To say I need you like my damn nutrition
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FreeMason
Member since July 14 2015