Bitz-n-Bitz

Crashing out on the hood  
     In the middle of traffic  
Acting out the tendencies  
of a psychopathic  
   Searching for something  
that isn't so graphic  
An epiphany of sorts;  
   Amidst all the havoc
 
            Not so heavy  
  Not so hard  
Carry on with the abuse  
I'm already scarred  
No infliction too deep  
the canvas is clean  
   Clear of imperfection  
& the pull of my gene  
So, slowly  
     break through  
the rock walls of my skin  
to permanently engrave  
Your memory within
 
 
           Your like a string  
All knotted up with your self  
  Caught up with your self  
Not asking for help  
while your dying in stealth  
Burning at both ends  
not concerned
   with your health
 
 
My body is straining  
but I'm not complaining  
As long as it stops raining  
     all over my painting  
It drips and it's staining  
  I feel like I'm fainting  
but with all of my training  
& strength remaining  
I hope to acquire  
Something worth gaining...