Numb

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I'll feel numb, not so chum, just glum

drowning in a bottle of rum

until the last drop hits my tongue.

I swear if i could care less,

more less than the weight of air

I'll float away in despair

and share the skys with my eagle eyes

watching the night consume the life

of your loveless lives.

 

Have you heard the sweet words I flirt?

Filling the sky with my lyrical tide,

that sways from side to side

rocking my boat as i raise the sail into the sunrise.

 

I'm only saying this cause these 3 words connect

like the letters triple 'X', its causing drunken effects

but there's always a twist, a fist,

throwing shit or we 'dis' because of

reasons that don't even exist.

how about i write a list

of all the shit you decided to twist

 

I spit because i need somewhere to aim my anger

somewhere to release the guns chamber

I'm not your savior, I'm just your reason..

to feel in season, to tease

and disrespect, and pull me out

from the root with your tweezers.

Jesus, I'm sorry I'm not a believer

but too much shit has happened to me

to feel i can sit quietly and listen to

a load of shit stories, cause it bores me

 

Make you think twice about your lies and deceit!

Cause i swear if i see you..

I'm ganna throw you down on a seat,

and rip you open like a sweet treat.

 

Sweat and tears will run wet,

collected and spread thin

like the bathtub, filled with ice I feel in.

Where did i come off track,

the rails must have snapped back

and caused whip lash

because this slash,

runs deeper than the sea

that sinks so so deep.

Deeper than the roots of the worlds biggest, biggest tree.

I feel in defeat, I weep till the mop

is soaked and ready to seep.

I'm hacking on the key; 'Delete'

attempting to reconcile with words I speak,

this depressing phase is weak,

leaks, into your skin, like a pin,

itching to poke in.

The wire we walk, streches miles thin

my eyes are starting to squint

light at the end of tunnle fades to black

and my skin, blends in with the darkness surrounding

 

Blood clots, your temple pops producing puddles of lust and dust, vacume that shit up.

N'Just swallow and consume it, untill this gloom thickens

in your chest and you can't breath through it.

Gas mask on standby, cause this shared air is heavy to bare

and I must admit, this air is comunlating my lungs,

cause it's even developing it's own evenromental system

 

I'm wondering why am still sane.

Still have working membrains.

with the shock charges at the ready

shock this shit untill it feels heavy,

from the weight of the charge building up,

ready to give off, set fire and burn like confettie.

 

Hits, swings, throtteling your fists again

when trumpting, just humping

to avoid the turth hidden within

it's pointless, jointless, voidless and twisted

why do you keep doing this, its tourchuring