Out on the porch we used to valiantly speak,
Traded stories that were corny still aiding the weak.
Took time to develop like black film captures,
Phasing blindly to the kindly ridden opium casters.
Coffin or casket, bet u never noticed the asher,
Difference is it only mattered of what value u can gather.
Pessimist; we loomed across pebbles as rebels
To watch the effect ripple more of bass than treble.
Shadow boxing the demons that gave darkness a reason
let it fold to let it go and found my heart in the deep end.
Scarred battered and bruised, pickibg away to get it tuned,
The instrument of such havoc has been damaged; defused.
Walked it half way then felt my feet has gained way,
Carried to the sacred grounds were we announced I was safe.
I looked into the eyes and felt the static become a lie,
Never tension just progression as we have to let the other ones die.
This is life its a pattern some are left on a backburn,
While I watch friend to foe defiantly woe as I sketch on backwards.
To see the damage I leave and see the masses that weep,
A grim reaper, the creeper that loves to kill all hopes and dreams.
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