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Old 10-10-04, 06:28 PM   #4
Lyriclesolja
I Create Dope Poetry For The Thinkers Of Tomarrow....I Am Lyriclesolja
 
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Stone Basement
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Heartfelt pain doesent describe the words im tryina say,
the sorrow in my heart stabs me like a sword on this day,
this siege of emotions like water takes me under,
i need some release to wake up from this slumber,
and it forms into a frozen siege of sorryness for me,
my self confidence lowers into a hellish being-i disgrace me,
so ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
i blast myself wit this self disgust,
wit my mouth i bust-this pitty,
in this place i call my city,
ima stain on a dirty rug,
as i wait for deaths hug,
i feel this reflection of pain,
blocked by self sadness cause ima stain,
my brains a broken piece of glass and i cant refrain,
and all i see is confusion,
i wanna wake up from this fucked up illusion,
and i finially feel like im downing,
this depressions got my head under water-im drowning,
i cant controle it its like Ebola,
the depression just takes ova,
cause i went down the wrong road,
tryina find my home,
then i hit rock bottom and now im all alone,
and things have gotten worse,
and so has this curse,
it wasnt so bad at first,
but im inna bind now and i have to face it,
cause now im blind trapped in this Stone Basement.
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Originally Posted by Indeph
Lyricalsolja you illy on the sickness tip.
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