Hyperbole suffocating the ink I spill
Overdosing on my words like the last pill
Hallucinations flowing from my head to the paper
Trying to find myself before my mind hits the vapor
Rhetorically I'm malcontent and foolish
Trying to find the right words before I lose 'em
My mind is like a puzzle without the pieces
Digging through my bullshit to focus on the thesis
Turning down all the voices just to hear the static
I'm torturing these verses, upside down, Houdini magic
With a flow strapped of metaphors and imagery
I'm caged without a key of my own decree
Channeling the adrenaline volting through my veins
Invincible to the reasoning that tries to keep me insane
Vanishing to another dimension to escape all my fears
I'm blind to the reflection standing in my own mirror
My words are weapons and my thoughts are the trigger
Immune to the viruses that try to kill my vigor
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