#1
hip hop


i sat on the roof of my house high
stared like a zombie at the black clouds and the purple sky
and with the lightning's afterimage tatooed on my eye
my head turned inside out and through my mind i did fly
i weaved myself through gray matter and synaptic fiber
looking for a couple dreams and a captive nightmare
i gazed at talents and my chemical imbalances
found an ounce of malice buried in the mental calluses
i saw forty thieves
each one became a wink because sleep i sorely need
my imagination was a vast paper shredder
cutting and mixing bits of my knowledge up to make them better
i saw a river of plasmids flowing between synapses
that made up my brains thin axis
i dove in noticed the river was interwoven
with a blood vessel, introduced my mind to my heart

from my tattered nails to the scar under my right eye
my physical self oly replicates my insides
self-destrucive half life pulsing through the graphite
i cant solve my problems im hoping that the craft might

my body is nothing but an automaton
torpid dilapidated vacuous and evacuated
with the rapidest eye movement you'd ever known
cause my emaciated frame is so complacent on this throne
made of shingles, oh and what a barren view
a serving of suburbia through the vacant sockets im staring through
i let emotions build then depressurize
and take another glance through m.c. escher's eyes
place a hunter s. thompson lens up in my monacle
observe as the mundane becomes the phenominal
you think those are stars peeking through the shadow right
all of them orbit earth each one is a satellite
ersatz elegance revel in your irrelevance
infinitesimal in the universal spectacle
so of course you can laugh as you sort through the trash
wind the tortuous path of like forth and then back

from my tattered nails to the scar under my right eye
my physical self oly replicates my insides
self-destrucive half life pulsing through the graphite
i cant solve my problems im hoping that the craft might

that path is covered with dusk and among it i sneak
between the hovering husks of the hung and the weak
i drool acid and with my tongue in my cheek
ill burn a hole in my face in under a week
whatever i plunder i keep, store it in the oral gap
made of blazing irony absorb the phrase inside of me
the jaded dazed society was born to place an eye on me
currently a card-carrying memberi fell in love with and i married december
ill recite our spawns name though i barely remember
misery we labeled it, but thanks to lithium
we got an abortion at area fifty one
the suicidal tendency pro-lifers uttered dissent
i told them to eat a fetus

from my tattered nails to the scar under my right eye
my physical self oly replicates my insides
self-destrucive half life pulsing through the graphite
i cant solve my problems im hoping that the craft might


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#2
Man, wall of text much??

that path is covered with dusk and among it i sneak
between the hovering husks of the hung and the weak
i drool acid and with my tongue in my cheek
ill burn a hole in my face in under a week

Probebly the only verse that flowed. I loved that verse, apart from that.. you need to completely tear it apart, figure out what you really want,and what is just there to fill in the gaps.
a little lost.....