Tired of the words that crawl their way up my mind
Is this the bad karma I was told I would never find?
I keep asking so many damn questions
Have I received any sort of response? My scriptures are more than just suggestions
Until I see where reality has decided to put me
For the last time, I didn't choose to be the person I was destined to be
Am I simply a broken recorder? Repeating the questions that constantly plague my thoughts?
Nobody would have ever thought, believed that bad luck is all I've ever brought
Interestingly, it makes me want to die and live at the same time
To die to end the suffering or to live to hate the places I inhabit with rhymes
Simply a reprise, my demise is all I aim to inspire
Eager to resurface and respire, getting to finally admire and aspire
Tiring my now frail body for the sake of reminding to stay on the grind
Just to be thrown away like banana skins and watermelon rinds
And I rewind the tapes in my mind, did I ever once find a vision?
Careful revision, dissection and inspection of my current mental divisions
All they perceived was a figure runnig through endless mazes
Eating its flesh out of desperation and spite, the entertainment that truly amazes
My plains were frozen over, an endless winter season
The biting cold never did me justice, it kept me freezing for unknown reasons
I didn't ask for scalding water when I expressed my need for help
My hands now blistering, my skin melting as you scold me for every time I yelp
Your animosity awoke an ugly beast within
One that has no remorse towards pain infliction and sin
For I can't chain it back up, the pieces lay damaged on the surface of my guts
Piercing the sensitive matter, it's rabid, it's bloody, it's spiteful as it hunts
An untimely fight, a never–ending battle between my morals and my vengeance
The truth spoke loud, but the latter amplified its sentence
For the last time, I wasn't meant to live like this
For the last time, surrender wasn't an option, it was a timed race towards eternal bliss
All that remains of me is a used up battlefield
With no side victorious, corpses lay soulless on the grounds of said field
With nothing to show for myself, I drop to my knees
Please let me announce my surrender, for I've nobody left to please.
*Truekindredspirits*
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