Never one to resort to violence, he ignored the tyrants,
mortified by this sort of immortalized misguidance.
There's more to this guy's mind than what's stored behind scorned eyelids
but what's important, is why, its in the form of divine silence.
breathless, really dug your flow here man. and i don't think i've read a lot from you but this verse really impressed me. good shit
Pressed against my blood the floor colder than ice
spacious with echoes, no one’s been here in nights
the sun in hibernation all the time, while the moon
plays to an empty crowds eye, setting a empty mood
the spaces between the hills feels like a life time
and the touching of the air is something I disguise
black nights that spill over in a countless effort
fearing the shadows, clinging to the edges like sport
inno,
my dude i like your style and the way you write, like i was tell in NYC you too are very poetic, i just wish you wouldn't be so simple on the single syllable rhyming. i think if you could pick that up you'd be vicious
mvgt= breathless for just a smoother read and take on the pic IMO
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