Spiraling Flow
Stuck inside of a nightmare
lookin' like I might just slight tear
myself from the light there right
barely a knife couldn't share me a slice of the right hare
even if I slice up the bright hair
this rave is still goin' downhill
now will they break away the paint on the brain?
how will they shake the pain?
bow down, to the great
the main reason MrLee awaits mystery
a maze missing me, amazed history
amazing, believe me, relieve me
I need relief to be easy, not so cheesy
Halloween-e, how'd you see me?
it's because the age blistering me
withering me, slithering
to literally killing the literacy
that liberates the chemistry
within the matrix, the realer traces
hearin' say **** with a blade in my clenched fist
for the mistress makin' my breakfast
takin' my senses
breakin' the benches
remaining a mention to sayin' the restless
I rest less, but the best don't sow that much on the mattress
get a match that's gonna match up
get the cash that's gonna stack up
like you're packed up full of mad guns
automatic, automated better on the fantasy adding the Adam, Eve
every ladder we ever thought about climbin'
how about dyin', lyin' for tight things
making what's left just sound bad for the right things
the writings, I write these
don't fight me, I fight free and fiesty
like fireflies in a firefight
gun's and knives, some'll bite
some'll try to like me
other's will be like me
mother's want to rise me
brothers want to raise me
take me to a paradise, sea in paradox
where it stops sharin' all of my careless thoughts
careless pot to grow the pear
this brain to rot what's even there
I might be a demon or a semen
either way, a difference would make a difference
in inference, I interfere with interest
to fit inside this little chest of simpleness
Copyright © Tyler Gillespie | Year Posted 2015
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