Bottom's Up. .


Swarmed with Lust for an insight into the lives of the Fallen Up.
Optimism Ruined & Bruised, Accident Prone as I Stall And Such
Its The Truth. . Life's a Race Against Time we All Inevitably Lose
Facing Notions of the Darkness, Overpowered shadowless youth
The feeling of Being Lonely, then Drownin in Waves of Emotions
What Remains is a Pyre of Burnt Hope & I Learned to Cope With
Shackled and Chained, now Wrapped in the Flames of my Desire
Heart Trapped in a Cage, Racking my Brain in attempts to Aspire
Broadcast as Lame, with little more than Ink & Tattered Remains
Settling Scores with Mother Nature as Fate cruely Traps my Pace
Repress luck, Caressed n touched by the silent Breath of the Lord
Constantly strugglin against the norm, I stay encased in the storm
struggling against the winds,
fighting the breathlessness
address the kids, trying to get them out of the orphanage
i kick n fight, live the night so i could wish to die
while the sun teases the ground in the distant sky
i maniuplate eyes, with trickery
talking to the deaf who stare, intent on listening
rubble and soil begin to bubble and boil
trapping me in a cage, the subtlest toil
unravelling the snakes that dont wanna uncoil
their plans are foiled, standing on shaky grounds
silence begins making sounds that awaken crowds
and they trample each other while jumping down
i see the thunder and hear the lightning now
the sound is immaculate and my ears are bleedin
secrets haunt me and i've commited treason
betraying anything decent
so I begin to fall up towards the demons
Tossed and turned, Dropped and burned, The dove is freeborn..
I've written it, I'm a hypocrite..Now I'm being lifted above and beyond..
Whether I behaved or not, I'm going to be a slave to God..
Listen to what I'm sayin, Don't saunter to Satan..
I sit at the alter praying, hoping they don't falter or decay man..
Trying to save faces from jails and the cages..
Free you from a similar fate, My writs blister pages..
I write with abound skills and hope the sound will..
I frown still as everything runs away downhill..
I give and strive for everything big and trife..
I'm not a sinner right, I just try and live the life..
But believe me Christ, all is wrong when living right
Weaving through life, screaming through meaningless plight
Heeding the light…some say it guides us to green pastures
But I bet three pennies the devil can get there faster
And I’d even bet a dollar that god’ll turn his back
On any living creature, man woman or rat..
So while walking on land searching for footprints
It’s normal To see a thousand eyes staring at you clueless
But if you just, take a seat, rest…lay back and ponder
Your mind’ll get lost and your thoughts ‘ ll wonder
Into deep dark spaces never known to man
idea’s become unlocked…as knowledge begins to expand
reality becomes clear, time seems to stop
Then you wake up and the vision is blackened by ink blots
sticks & stones break your bones but words break apart.
Staying away from swarms, with the stake to my heart,
I convert thoughts to script, straying away from the norm.
Like the frost copes, with heat by changing it's form,
but two fingers in the air become peace with lost quotes.
Island clerics, self-sustaining machines of false hope,
what were once royally cherished are now silent peasants.
But time is of the essence, with it's own grimy presence,