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Watch it Kid i have a rabid habbit to blast my gasket,
wear a mask of shards of glass, to cover my scarred past bitch,

lol, gasket? the second line is a semi-decent contradiction with acceptable imagery.

Carry a basket of broken hearts an dolls, with heads twisted,
quick to display dark arts stick around, i throw quite a picnic.

kind of gay, tbh. i'm not sure what dark arts have to do with a picnic, except that it rhymes with twisted. and you mentioned a basket, maybe?

I dress in bloody vests with barbed wire tied tight around my chest,
use flagellation to best frustrations, though i was never truely blessed.

you'd do well to invest in an iron maiden, instead. the word flagellation did not seem to fit very well.

I never joke but been known to jest, i laugh an cry with fury,
tears of blood make my eyes blurry an stained my skin, like slurry.

nurseryrhyme-esque. really really bad simile finished this bar.

My reflection is my best friend - told me i might be sectioned,
But i dont take notice, because hes just my minds invention.

that was actually tight. didn't come off forced, was coherent, and i could relate, a little.

Never sleep im always awake, but thats not how i was made,
took a day to cut out my eyelids, with sharpened razor blades.

uhm, ok.

I scream with more intensity then a thousand legions burning,
its not a dream, its more my plea, to heal the pain n hurting.

pretty generic.

Envision living in vicious prisons, cats hangin of the wall,
pussys slashed, i dont mean pussy gash, there gats lyin on the floor.

not certain what you mean here.

My brain contains all the worlds pain, this is called a paradox..
My veins contain all worlds evils, dare you cut open pandoras box?

i'm uncertain that IS called a paradox. the mythological reference was appreciated, but not used well.

Tried to sell my soul to the devil, was told its too cold to use,
so cut his throat an for good measure, i cut the boatmans too.

Charon, the ferryman. this was a little bit better.

Bathe in innocence and childrens ligaments, then wash myself in soap.
My wickedness is magnificent, you'll struggle to swallow it n you'll choke!

doesn't make a whole lot of sense. rhymes though.

So kid, if you wanna hang with me, make sure you read what I wrote,
Use you head, cus to hang with me, is to hang yourself with rope!

ok. i get it. i think.

i'm not sure what to make of this piece. it had a pseudo-horrorcore vibe but a lot of it just seemed random... uninspired lines about something sort of gruesome that happened to rhyme. honestly reading the feed in this thread confuses the fuck out of me.

i didn't hate your piece, just felt it lacked cohesion, was pretty generic, and proved super predictable/contrived with your rhyme scheme set-up. expand.

I will return all forms of feed.

hmb.