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A damsel danced diabolically

Drowned drastically after falling into a deep depression

Pressing on to past memories

Drifting down an old lane of thoughts

Thoughts that consumed his mind

Ran because he kept running out of time

Undermining underlying underlines upcutting unilateral unjust concepts

They praise angels

But talk to demons

Demons love to camouflage

Transmute into wolves because sheep clothing became uncomfortable

Love wearing masks

But too afraid to take them off

Yet, they enjoy celebrating Halloween

What a way to dress up and put on a disguise

They're fearful of their reflection in the mirror

Help claims to be on the way

But help got rejected

Face it

Nowadays the only way to get attention

Is if someone moves in the wrong direction

Two stepping toe dancing

Tongue tying

Excuse me

This is too much alliteration

I wanted to do this to prove that I'm not illiterate

So, consider this a preface to this poem

I'm not scared to talk to my demons

I'm just cautious of who I have this conversation with

Thoughts spew across the board like playing spades

Who can I run to when it feels like my mind has betrayed my heart

I want to do right

I want to do better

It seems like this devil has found a spot on my shoulder

Squadrons of sin sat solemnly

Pressed pondered and pandered

Watching while waiting

Counting how many times these weapons formed against me

But did not prosper

Blessed be the assurance knowing there's healing from scars

Just don't pick scabs that you didn't help to create

Okay let's go to work

This is a forty 

Holding a fifth

For the seventh time

Care for a smoke you racist pig?

I diss then claim her 

Offer a disclaimer 

Bodying this piece and leave it left for dead like a Unabomber

I spit hot flames

Putting end to chatter 

Killing the gossip with ease

Watch what happens when this band is wrapped up

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