Shades & Shadows

How To Get Stabbed

I prose my way into your heart
I smile
A rose
When really I'm just dark
Twisted
Don't be fooled by the trinkets
Around my arm
*wrist
Rhyming is an addiction
And I'm feening for a fix
But it's not like your heart
Was just lying there
Like some kind of street art
It was buried in your inbox
A thousand miles apart
From me
But see
How I work this trickery
I prose like this
And I prose like that
Left, right,
Just like the prose do
And from the deepest depths
Of words and wizardry
I'm a thousand miles closer
Then a few miles back
Because this heart's a bit colder
Than I'm used to
Always looking over it's shoulder
Since the last fool
Stabbed it in the chest
But I want you
So I do my very best
To crouch and slowly approach
Turn up the heat and let you
Gently roast
Medium rare
Jump in close
Close the deal
And return to the pack to boast
Of all the ordeals
I had to endure
Before I had you in the bag
Before I had you for sure
All because they didn't believe
That my prose was the best
That they had ever seen
It's tragic I know,
All that talk
And they have nothing to show
Well we sure showed them
Right?
Right?
Calm down
It's just a stupid dare
How was I supposed to know
You're really sensitive there?
My bad
My bad
So, no hard feelings?

Hey, Hey!
It's been a while yo
Me? I ain't doin nothin
Sure, let's go

Cabin in the woods?
That's where you are right?
The one with the sign
That says, 'Neon lights?'
Is that like a joke?
Okay, okay, I'm coming

Yo, you need to chill
And put down the knife
I came for a fiesta
Wasn't looking for a fight
I'm so-
Wai-!

Static

Breaking News!
We interrupt this broadcast-
Skip, skip.
It appears a young man was stabbed-
In his home
In his home?
Correction-
A young man was stabbed
In an unidentified residence
Skip, skip.
Could somebody take a look at the teleprompter?
For God's sake, this is live!
Sixteen times?
She stabbed him sixteen-
Sorry. Ahem-
A young man was stabbed sixteen times in a passion spree gone rogue-
Cue eyewitness reporter

A young man-
It's okay Suzie, I said it enough
The knife wielding witch was found
Staring down the victim
Before being apprehended by
The local authorities
*inaudibly
Cut her off
Did she just call her a knife wielding witch?
Is there anyone taking this seriously?
Skip, skip.
Back to you Jim
In other news-

He prosed his way into my heart
He smiled
A rose
When really he was just dark
Twisted
I was fooled by the bruises
On his wrist and
Thought, 'Somebody gets me!'
Life doesn't make sense
Down he laid his heart
Like unashamed street art
And I only grew fonder
As my keen eyes
Darted apart
And I had vowed not to
Let myself get hopeful
Not again
I didn't break well before
Might give into insanity
If I break any more
Despite his views
He keeps saying
It's not that deep
That people shouldn't like
Think like me
And maybe he is right
Or maybe I just want him to be
I'm sorry, I have to be brief
'Finish!' This poet keeps hounding me
You know maybe I oughta..
No, he could just write me away
Or should he?
Existence is pain
And he made me want to share it
This guy
Helped me realise
I shouldn't just, bear it
You know
That people still care
And so I
Leaned
A little too much
Told his team that
That was the finishing touch
And I was simply
The latest project
And I had cut him some slack
That little hobbit
*mimics
I'm not like other guys
*mimics
There's just something in your eyes
Hell, if I could
I'd have stabbed him seventeen times
Seventeen
That's
*counting fingers
289
 Blah blah blah
The punishment fits the crime
*drops Mic

Are we still rolling?
No, you're good.
That-
That was great.