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01-28-04, 01:58 PM
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Psycho's Sanctum
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Yes, it's long. Don't be scared, read it, you'll like it. I spent a lot of time on this so some feedback would be excellent.
 [Background Info] I once knew a young man, who seemingly refused to let go At the age of seventeen, he was a hazard ready to explode Bitches constantly turned him down, he wouldn't forget though He'd sweat hoes. . so bad that he even got himself into debt Cuz he would spend his whole paycheck on bitches for sex School wasn't goin well, he was failin in all subjects He'd study all night, but the shit still seemed perplexed His mother wasn't impressed, so one night when she came home She yelled for her son Jerome, in a strict and stern tone Then continued to yell till he got mad and hung up the phone n slammed the door, then stared at the bitch straight in the eyes Aware of his size, imprinted doom then envisioned her demise Of that bitch he despised, pushed away the thoughts he revised Wanted to hear his mother's cries but was afraid of the cops n his pops, but he swore to his mother later on that night That he'd kill her if she hadn't immediately left sight Out of the cold rose fright, when he showed her the knife And other supplies that could potentially end her life And when she'd cry, the heartless bastard felt power from evil Been to jail twice and wasn't scared of doin somethin illegal So with his plans plotted, n trapped in the depths of his mind He gave it some more thought, n' believed that it was time To stop kiddin' around, n' show these punks his mind's evil defined So then he got a pen n' paper. . and put ink to the lines .......................................... .............................................. [The Plan] For bein' a cold-hearted young man, he gave himself props The bloody n' tattered image never ever seems to stop Now open your ears as we take a listen in on his thoughts ........................................ .............................................. Where's my pen n' paper? I need it before I begin to forget The name's of those that earned their place on my list Of the bitches that seemingly had a knack for talkin shit And of all that shit they talked, they'll soon be lyin in it Picture'd em' cryin', scanned the list to make sure it was legit Forehead wrinkled as I sit thinkin' of what kind of crime to commit Big or little? In the background I hear the music of sorrow's fiddle The feeble minded opponents. . I've deemed them weak n' brittle All obstacles need to shriveled, so outta' nowhere I spark an idea To head to an underground shop, the name of it was "Maria's" It contained drugs, guns, n' ammo, imported all the way from Korea Ran by oversea'ers who had already fucked up their careers These men had no fears, n' were willin' to deal money for tears N' the one thing that scares me, besides the fact they sell They already killed enough men to get a front row seat in hell Not even afraid to dwell in jail, and my life was at stake Why trade my life for a spot in the melting pot to bake? But I decided to partake, in the attempt to kill those Whose mistake was to clown on my big nose n' raggedy clothes ............................................ .......................................... I thought of Colombine, n' all the people killed at the scene I mean how many people could I kill at the age of sixteen? My mind stayed serene, n' it was the right plan I believed Fuck startin' a career, I don't even need a college degree So with my mindset stable, here's what I decided to do Sneak out of the house, at around a quarter to two N' then outta the blue, I got up n' ran out the house Noticing my mother terrified holdin' a gun on the couch Luckily for me, to not impliment action was what she vouched So then I closed the door shut, n' saw noone around ............................................ ............................................. [Camera, Ready, Action] It was a cold foggy night, in the middle of November He wore a yankees cap that his mom bought that September N' rememberin' how his mother n' father used to come home late Workin' overtime just so he could have shoes coverin' his feet The worst his mom ever did was nag him to keep his room neat Or just to keep clean, and stay away from the streets Make sure he brushed his teeth, n' got home before three AM Conquer life's mayhem, n' after you pray make sure you say amen Just the responsibilities of motherhood, same things every mother did He thought to himself. . "Why can't I be happy like every other kid?" It hurt him inside, he felt lonely enough to just give up n' die He broke down n' cried, shouted his mother's name out in pride Around five miles from home, he ran back fast as can be He spreed home happily till finally he'd reached his own street ........................................ ............................................ [Home Sweet Home] He suddenly stopped out of breath, was overwhelmed w/ joy Stood astonished at the house he'd live in since he was a boy He wanted to run in, he remembered how he was a brat though But he couldn't react, to the person who came out of their shadow ............................................. ................................................. 5'3, 109 pounds holdin' a black n' silver beretta Aimed between his eyes, n' then clinched the metal Pierced his skull, his future n' life was now gone Fuck college, he hadn't even gone to his first prom The one casting the shadow, was nor a cop, enemy, or a brother The one who pulled the trigger, was his very own mother
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