The night falls and so does dis rain/
Standin in a whitewash of god's tears fillin the drains/
40 days and 40 nights i haven't faced/
Contort my place and my rights to escape this invalid place/
I'm interceding my intellect with vibrant rage/
Never finish reading my iliad in my asylumed state/
Showin my theorum by self testin experiments/
Knowin only my fear in my belt stressin the apparent/
Tears fall-years squall-peers bawl-near and far-/
They come and pray for redemption for all/
Ill verse-will work-end up murked-tend to jerk/
Say one hand will slay for conscention of all the quirks/
Deplete qualms-lean far-reach arms-to seek god/
Only then will i not be loose like ya'll/
Standing in rain-branded by pain-random inlays-stranded with pain/
In the end i'll be able to get through to ya'll brains/
Miss life-get it right-the end might-bend ya to strife/
I'm loose i tell you and i can't let go of dis knife/
Dis is it-endin dis-finish dis shit-diminishin when/
I'm through wit bein loose i'm doin dis for u Tim/(my dad)
*slashes wrist*
Now i bleed-can u see-the things inside me-u know u won't miss me/
Bleedin profusely now and ur still not listening/
Vision cloudy-live without me-suicidal aura of sin around me/
I lie in a puddle of myself i bet right now u'd be shoutin/
Seconds away-see death in my face-feel no relevant hate/
Don't know where i am but i know i feel best in this place/
One foot in the light-then look to my right-paramedics snatch me of da flatline/
I scream out to scare em off me cuz i'm for once angry to be alive/
*damn
Two weeks past-i seek at last-firearms for my forehead to blast/
Find a gun dealer and catch up with him fast/
I hate this-berate men-efface strength-deface mah skin/
Can't relate without rage as my case i state wit pens/
Sweaty brow-i steady i hold da barrel-already i know no harrel/
Trigger finger ready as i begin to reflect on the peril/
It's hate and confusion i'm full of-Can't wait to use dis bullet/
Fuck it i'm finished i'm done wit dis shit i'll go head and pull it/
*pulls trigger*
*falls to floor dead*
In my spirit i'm free-did u hear me i'm free-don't u just wanna be/
Well hell is my destination or at least i thought/
Thinkin of knowin dat suicide was wrong/
But since he knew i was LOOSE i'm gonna live wit god/

For Tim my dad acts are never carried out without warnin and this is how i get frustration out this is a warning of what may come.....sike
I HATE YOU!!!!

this sounded like a poem would have made a very good one at that keep shit real 1n3

nice.