Tell me what ya think
The darkness adds added wait to my heart and soul
my body starts to fold, my rhyming art is cold
I scream, ''I can't take this heavy pain anymore''
on the shore of emotion, death is knocking on my door
in the hallways of redemption, a crystal quartz center
trapped in the month of December, in an ice I remember
my knees tremble in embers, letters engraved on my chest
stating that the rest of tribulations I face are my ultimate test
I wanna die, I rather be dead then deal with this pain
in the mind of the sane it don't appeal to the brain
in a real right mind frame my kind would perish in sand
so cherish your hands, and use them to guide in unknown land
my blown stand is broken, I can't hold on to this thin strand
and this pit of fire will continue to burn until my skin is bland
I'll never win this hand, the dealer of life is not on my side
with a sign on my chest saying ''repent or die''.
Hold on.... the light is shining
but the darkness is so very blinding
reveal the hidden, the spark within
and shatter the hold and the bark of sin x2
There's no sympathy for the dead, no heart for the living
I'm bleeding, it's seeping while my fragile shins are giving
my life is white washed, broken and mentally scarred
the tunnel of freedom is far from the grasp of my bars
the organs play tones so my organs can finally rest
as the melodies go into my ribcage and rip my heart from my chest
tattooed scars from a bruised spar against reality
my battle worn eyes make it impossible to see casually
I cry, as a real man cries when he admits defeat
and the flow will be raw emotion of you omit the beat
I spit the heat, but tonight my drive has been shattered
battered, smashed with a hammer and mentally scattered
it doesn't matter if life is pumped into my veins, I died inside
my cries were put to the side, and buried underneath lies
Hold on.... the light is shining
but the darkness is so very blinding
reveal the hidden, the spark within
and shatter the hold and the bark of sin x2
Now as I write my book of life, the author of my own fate
my life was blown straight but to no prevail, I was shown hate
I was grown late, as I watched my spirit crumble inside
I troubles I survived were blinded to my own life and eyes
I was alive, but I wasn't the man I was prone to be
I didn't live the life that had once been honed to me
enternal experiences gone, intelligence wasted
the blood, sweat, and tears I tasted were no longer waited
my mind's debated, I have no intention of slowing down
a growing frown is implanted because of my not knowing how
I would rather live a life of sorrow then live a life of fallacy
all the falls I see will one day, eventually, call to me
what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger, I live with honor
as my life span goes from a ray, to a line that's longer
