I got a lot of deep thoughts
I'm 27
But I've been doing this shit since the day I was begotten
And when I finally meet death I'll probably be forgotton
But that's ok because we all are alotted
There is a time and season season for each reason cause gods plottin
candy coated on the outside but inside we're all rotten
Civilized neurotic minds
Black blood clottin
Through these rigor mortis veins
I hope I am forgotton
With a cloud of black smoke
And suddenly here we are
You can wish upon a star and get hit by speeding cars
I confess that this expression is weighing on my head
the cost of this life and the freedom in death
And in dying I'll be flying with the stars and the planets
I can see it if I dream it. A realm without meaning
Withering just like plants and the creatures
Man forced to till the soil till his bones are beneath it
So we paint a picture of this life ever after
Flatline creeps behind. Slicing scythes blood splatter
Ripping down the curtain
I know that it is worth it
There's no pleasure without pain. There's psychosis in the sane
Building up everyday to reach to the top,
just to crumble down
to the bottom we will drop
Would you kiss my carcass and hold it as it rots
Foorgitten in the flesh, memories fade and stop
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Death sentence
PoetryA self exploration of life and death and the duality in the ultimate cycle in which we exist. From atoms to destiny. Knowledge is power. But knowledge beyond what humanity can handle is a death sentence.......
