Submissions by MFDooM
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Square 1: Act 1: Disappearance
Its my last time so I scrap my pipe now Im high off the resin
Feeling so blessed when the microphones handed in my possession
Kill it in seconds a flesh fetish type method
Lost in parables syllables
This unbearable indigo sky
Losing my mind
Maze of a thesis
Pages Are eating away
Its to late for me about 8:30 am will be the fate for me
But until then I wont sleep and I just think
Let pen ink begin blending
Life is so vicious im just trying to live it
Thinking about coming back to this siccness
Angry enough to just rip shit up blessed with a...
Feeling so blessed when the microphones handed in my possession
Kill it in seconds a flesh fetish type method
Lost in parables syllables
This unbearable indigo sky
Losing my mind
Maze of a thesis
Pages Are eating away
Its to late for me about 8:30 am will be the fate for me
But until then I wont sleep and I just think
Let pen ink begin blending
Life is so vicious im just trying to live it
Thinking about coming back to this siccness
Angry enough to just rip shit up blessed with a...
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Suicidalist *The Colossus*
I feel like dying NO
I feel like crying
Supplying myself with anything
That wont make me a better being
So tired of reality I just want to sleep
Slip deep with the cousin of death
Im tired of breathing this air its so poisonous
Im tired of feeding where the vulture is
The coldest winter that I ever lived
Never want this shit again
Why was I born
Torn from beingheavnly
To a man fed up creating recipes to make the death of me
No one really cares I know I dont
Fuck smoke I want to hit the ever clear
Be very near not thinking straight...
I feel like crying
Supplying myself with anything
That wont make me a better being
So tired of reality I just want to sleep
Slip deep with the cousin of death
Im tired of breathing this air its so poisonous
Im tired of feeding where the vulture is
The coldest winter that I ever lived
Never want this shit again
Why was I born
Torn from beingheavnly
To a man fed up creating recipes to make the death of me
No one really cares I know I dont
Fuck smoke I want to hit the ever clear
Be very near not thinking straight...
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