a poem 4 starters
FRIENDLY SUICIDE12.2o.o5
u said u was down to ride w/ me/// through w/e came in our path/// it was nothin to us/// to bang was a must/// u smile, i smile/// i smoke, we blaze/// neva knowin about tha phaze/// i choose tha knife that u stabbed me with/// this memory will be put episodic/// it.ll neva be tha same as when u came into my life/// like a snake, u snuck up on me/// kissin my ass/// i.ve been slackin to let this creature in/// to continue to give it a part of my concern/// i should let it burn/// burn w/ my wrath of hatred that is supressed/// nonethaless/// i 4give, but tha memories will always be implicit/// my feelings are my own weakness/// leave me no choice but to stab them w/ tha knife u left/// my body tears b/c my eyes won.t/// especially not 4 this creature, i don.t/// an emotional suicide/// fukk down to ride/// u ride by yaself/// in ur solitude of self.hatred that i smell under ur skin/// should i begin? to tear off ur skin &&& expose u naked? stick a bomb &&& set it/// fukk w/ ur mind tha way i kno i can/// do tha things i kno u can.t stand/// use tha psychology that i kno so well/// that snake can.t tell/// make life a livin hell/// jus a little friendly suicide/// she won.t realize/// on my friendly mutilation/// thas wha i.m debatin/// only time will set off my bomb/// when tha words get too realistic &&& she can.t fix it/// this is my theory, but ya.ll ain.t hearin me...
u said u was down to ride w/ me/// through w/e came in our path/// it was nothin to us/// to bang was a must/// u smile, i smile/// i smoke, we blaze/// neva knowin about tha phaze/// i choose tha knife that u stabbed me with/// this memory will be put episodic/// it.ll neva be tha same as when u came into my life/// like a snake, u snuck up on me/// kissin my ass/// i.ve been slackin to let this creature in/// to continue to give it a part of my concern/// i should let it burn/// burn w/ my wrath of hatred that is supressed/// nonethaless/// i 4give, but tha memories will always be implicit/// my feelings are my own weakness/// leave me no choice but to stab them w/ tha knife u left/// my body tears b/c my eyes won.t/// especially not 4 this creature, i don.t/// an emotional suicide/// fukk down to ride/// u ride by yaself/// in ur solitude of self.hatred that i smell under ur skin/// should i begin? to tear off ur skin &&& expose u naked? stick a bomb &&& set it/// fukk w/ ur mind tha way i kno i can/// do tha things i kno u can.t stand/// use tha psychology that i kno so well/// that snake can.t tell/// make life a livin hell/// jus a little friendly suicide/// she won.t realize/// on my friendly mutilation/// thas wha i.m debatin/// only time will set off my bomb/// when tha words get too realistic &&& she can.t fix it/// this is my theory, but ya.ll ain.t hearin me...