Black rain beating profusely on his exterior pane
Trying to unlock the chains of his imprisonment
Coffin?
He thinks of it often
Seductive whisper's soften
The slicing from da metal edge's
He looks down
Admire's da neatness of his work carved in his essence
In his presence
He can see his own reflection
Da cutting
Da drifting
Coughing Up!
Da color of red
Spillin'
So calmly
He tries to stay busy
Gets dizzy
From running
Sprinting
From da voices that chase em'
He's tired
He sees his image lying in a basin
A distorted rainbow
Fallen Angel, no halo!
He hears da tracks, stampede of tears like a train on a railroad
A pool of echoOoOoOo's!
Cheering
Jeering
Let go!
The morning after there will be no espresso
Forced steam brings visions of burnt wings
No more caffeine
Absent worrying
No more themes dancing around
Just plain silence when he's found
At one time, he went a bout
A round
With da chamber
Felt da cold steel
Strumming his melon back n forth caressing his temple
Contemplating
Others would finally see da weight of thoughts
he carted on his mental
Intent to harm, like a gangster carteling an individual
Inside a storm was brewing
It wasn't gentle
Wondering if discharged, would it finally numb his anger?
The pain he holds in da bowls of his retainer
To those that claim they know him
He's really a random stranger
In seclusion
A pure heart to the average painter
But a troubled soul boxed in a human container
Couldn't get ahead, his checks were garnished
Pen game nice, was dipped in varnished
An avid artist
His brush is tarnished
Sad n despondent
As he sits n ponders on the side of his bed in his garments
Thinking if this is life, what does death have to offer?
Already it feels like hell on earth
Innocence slaughtered
The good die young, becoming a martyr
Barz in his prison is now his partner
State boots
Busted wardrobe bus-ing a charter
He thought of his daughters
Praying he did da best he could as a father
Among da angst
He's in constant oblivion
Divorced from life
What a bitch!
Lonely n trapped in da world he's living in
Limited!
Missed opportunities
No work
Child support, poverty, racism, haters, middle men
Boy kill boy like "civil sin"
Mom n Pop spent some days up in son school
Diagnosed him unfocused, wanted to prescribe him Ritalin
He love dat boy tho he raised into a man, cause he showed those simpleton's
Defied da odds, grew up to be a decent gentlemen
As he lay still, starting to feel a slight chill
Again
Fluid kept leaking like a faucet
Outta skin
Reminisced, how less meant more to him then
Within a blink of an eye!
All of this pass thru his mind as he drifted farther from consciousness
Knowing full well thee extent of what's next in a moment of final bliss
No hugs
No feeling's
Just tendon's ripped
Slit wrist's from a rigid blade's repeated kiss
"Slit Wrist's" By Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
Trying to unlock the chains of his imprisonment
Coffin?
He thinks of it often
Seductive whisper's soften
The slicing from da metal edge's
He looks down
Admire's da neatness of his work carved in his essence
In his presence
He can see his own reflection
Da cutting
Da drifting
Coughing Up!
Da color of red
Spillin'
So calmly
He tries to stay busy
Gets dizzy
From running
Sprinting
From da voices that chase em'
He's tired
He sees his image lying in a basin
A distorted rainbow
Fallen Angel, no halo!
He hears da tracks, stampede of tears like a train on a railroad
A pool of echoOoOoOo's!
Cheering
Jeering
Let go!
The morning after there will be no espresso
Forced steam brings visions of burnt wings
No more caffeine
Absent worrying
No more themes dancing around
Just plain silence when he's found
At one time, he went a bout
A round
With da chamber
Felt da cold steel
Strumming his melon back n forth caressing his temple
Contemplating
Others would finally see da weight of thoughts
he carted on his mental
Intent to harm, like a gangster carteling an individual
Inside a storm was brewing
It wasn't gentle
Wondering if discharged, would it finally numb his anger?
The pain he holds in da bowls of his retainer
To those that claim they know him
He's really a random stranger
In seclusion
A pure heart to the average painter
But a troubled soul boxed in a human container
Couldn't get ahead, his checks were garnished
Pen game nice, was dipped in varnished
An avid artist
His brush is tarnished
Sad n despondent
As he sits n ponders on the side of his bed in his garments
Thinking if this is life, what does death have to offer?
Already it feels like hell on earth
Innocence slaughtered
The good die young, becoming a martyr
Barz in his prison is now his partner
State boots
Busted wardrobe bus-ing a charter
He thought of his daughters
Praying he did da best he could as a father
Among da angst
He's in constant oblivion
Divorced from life
What a bitch!
Lonely n trapped in da world he's living in
Limited!
Missed opportunities
No work
Child support, poverty, racism, haters, middle men
Boy kill boy like "civil sin"
Mom n Pop spent some days up in son school
Diagnosed him unfocused, wanted to prescribe him Ritalin
He love dat boy tho he raised into a man, cause he showed those simpleton's
Defied da odds, grew up to be a decent gentlemen
As he lay still, starting to feel a slight chill
Again
Fluid kept leaking like a faucet
Outta skin
Reminisced, how less meant more to him then
Within a blink of an eye!
All of this pass thru his mind as he drifted farther from consciousness
Knowing full well thee extent of what's next in a moment of final bliss
No hugs
No feeling's
Just tendon's ripped
Slit wrist's from a rigid blade's repeated kiss
"Slit Wrist's" By Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
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