this is even less hip hop than my previous post.. oh well. tell me what you think.

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I.

you limp loser you skinny subversive
lying on the bed nothing in your head but the taste of water
nothing in your heart but the sound of laughter

walking with me through the chill autumn streets
smiling at the moon pulling at the dead leaves
nothing in your mind except your favorite revolver.

You'll be the death of me
Yeah, don't think that I can't see
what lies behind your smile

stay with me, a little while longer.

II.

when you see me stretched out shivering on the floor
numb from the effort, reaching for the shore

would you wait a little while, before we traveled more?

III.

I'd be crucified before I let you go,
you beautiful shadow
you lonesome diversion

I know just what you've hidden in your careful expression,
your thin conversations

all these years…
you and I, we've been walking the line.

you've sacrificed everything to watch me die.
you'll fail, but just between us, thanks for trying

“Conversion is an arduous process, but I'll get you in the end.”



this piece might seem ambigious, but actually I wrote it while heartsick, at a very hard time in my life. it is one of the most truly honest things I have ever written.