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Artik Phrost Presents: '.Rusty Bullets.'
IP:
im workin on my imagery and such....
.Rusty Bullets.
...As The Barrel Aims At This Dame's Main Frame
The Only Thing In My Brain; MAKE HER CONTAIN PAIN...
...Images Swerve Under The Night Sky And I Puase
The Bullet's Destination Has A Reason, But What Is My Cuase?...
...Hesitation Consumes The Essence Of My Gangsta Appeal
Eyes Twitch; I Want To Scratch My Finger's Itch, But Her Eyes?..REAL...
...Staring Down The Darkness With No Fear Of Song
This Gurl Breathes The Chilling Words..."Take Me Home"...
...Iris Flickers And Goes Dull As She Stares Cold
A Rusty Image Pierces Thru; But A Hue Of Agony Is What Her Tears Hold...
...Gun Is At Her Aid And I See A Shadow Rise And Phade
Lyke Her Reflection's Personifide; But Couldn't Comfort All Her Pain...
...My Body Shakes As I Aim Straight; Wonderin Why She's Smiling, B
Then Its Lyke Trained Frieghts; My Soul Buckles Back As I'm Hit By Reality...
...I Stand Stiff; Sweat Floods Down My Brows And Soaks My Inners
Cuz As I Drop The Gun From My Hands, I Realize...Its Me In The Mirror...
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..:: Artik In The Phlesh::..
.Re-Writing The Re-Run.
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