Love Reflection
• Written by GioG
Living in box with no holes they don't dig us
Wonder if Ill l ever get smoked like cigars
Wonder if I'll ever make it out of this river
Wonder what the world will do If I say ni----
Nice shot made a hole in this box
Now i see the world the world clocks
time ticking time tricking time ticking
And I'm still with my eyes sickened
Lotta mates never make it out the momma pad
Bloody Birth plan B Pill did the task
Laddie killed her only child to be born
now she infertile and her husband loosing control
She come home early to find him with her sister
sinister thought cross her head her claws cant resist her
she grab her kitchen knife and with a whisper
wishes them luckin hell
inhale
moths latter she see a box on the under her bed
pops it open grasps for air
for what she saw is not human or is it what is there?
Turns out her husband drugged her on the regular
she sleep for months and she have no ideaaa
she come back to her reality, she shouts
she's holding a box, of fetus---es
sis. sis. sis
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GioG
Member since June 6 2014