Thursday, April 20th, 2006


To prevent being overly obvious..I'm gonna try not to say exactly how I feel or why I feel like it, this is like some half poem half rap thing I dunno wtf I'm on anymore.

Instrumental

I'm an organ doner but..its imported before the cororner
it's torture, I dont think I can afford every quart of blood
aborted joy, in a war with love, and yes, bored as fuck
a shortage of doves, I stopped orbiting like jordan does
the present is harsh the strain to let your heart depart
complainin' marks the ache, hardships sink, while the harp is playin
the music's your mind confusing your eyes, use it to try
and puke the useless weakness and mute it inside
and refuse the thought, I will never let it speak or hum..
but it often spoke in the heart that left, it used to beat its drum
the melody left me speechless, but made me speak and think
and gave me strength, and made me feel it was safe for me to blink
so I closed my lids, broke the guard, and awoke to this...
a stolen gift, a lonesome kid, I choke on my hope to spit...
cause the sound told me exactly what the note was about
but I'm goin without my instrumental why open my mouth?




Eh, I dont even gotta reason to get on anymore. I'm out for the day