untitled stress

Phawnex · 10-20-2015, 12:20 AM

an older drop that didnt get much attention, from the last time I really wrote.
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"I hate victims who respect their executioners." - Jean-Paul Sartre

Rotatin' in orbit, euphoria off wit a tilt in my axis,
before so...let's quilt in the thatches
with all the will and the facts kid..
let's examine a conscience with all the guilt and its package.
match this, an Anglo on a tight-rope above sharks swimmin' in razor blades
limelight in laser jades, a necro Cricket whisperin I'll never grace the stage..
I'll place my faith in the shrine circus wit a severed head of a clown as the mantlepiece!
my apathy injects worry with the time when my scandal shrieks
"Handle Me..." whispers my conscience in its' slithering puns
"Welcome You Are..." bellows the pit during my withering plunge.....
...I dive in the needle and see
macabre at work, crossin sedatives off their revenge list
the vengeance, soaked with a tourniquet and a dozen syringes
relentless, suicide's pre-thought only forgiven through ten trips...
wit' bent lips, my face contorts as i punch myself wit' clenched fists.
an emaciated ego ebbs and echoes as i flex and let go
of the better part of me: the one that is vexed to death row...
my soul burns into brimstone, the frustration's cancerous aint it?
im from where malific cantors are sacred, and all of life's answers are hatred.
Mephisto's my patron, as he stands on my shoulder at the cliff of insanity
i live in a myth to my vanity which is a trip that I can't believe....
goin through a shift that'll handle these gifts and my ample needs
one step closer to the edge as i take this leap of faith
will i weave my grace? or just leave this place...?
only one way to find out as i walk over into this state of oblivion
and leap off into the place that i'm livin in...

back to reality i go....
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will leave feed on others' works tomorrow morning.

Exis · 10-20-2015, 02:12 AM

This was nice man...flow was tight, content is really good especially what Ima 'bout to quote...great stuff bro.

Rotatin' in orbit, euphoria off wit a tilt in my axis,
before so...let's quilt in the thatches
with all the will and the facts kid..
let's examine a conscience with all the guilt and its package.
match this, an Anglo on a tight-rope above sharks swimmin' in razor blades
limelight in laser jades, a necro Cricket whisperin I'll never grace the stage..
I'll place my faith in the shrine circus wit a severed head of a clown as the mantlepiece!
my apathy injects worry with the time when my scandal shrieks
"Handle Me..." whispers my conscience in its' slithering puns
"Welcome You Are..." bellows the pit during my withering plunge.....
...I dive in the needle and see
macabre at work, crossin sedatives off their revenge list
the vengeance, soaked with a tourniquet and a dozen syringes
relentless, suicide's pre-thought only forgiven through ten trips...
wit' bent lips, my face contorts as i punch myself wit' clenched fists.

^^Raw.

Stay upwards.

Blaccalicious · 11-05-2015, 02:42 PM

Heavy mental shit.. vocab stacked!!.. Had to read this twice to really appreciate it.. diggin... good shit G

10-20-2015, 12:20 AM	#1
Phawnex the essence of prescence Join Date: Oct 2015 Posts: 4 Rep Power: 0	untitled stress an older drop that didnt get much attention, from the last time I really wrote. === "I hate victims who respect their executioners." - Jean-Paul Sartre Rotatin' in orbit, euphoria off wit a tilt in my axis, before so...let's quilt in the thatches with all the will and the facts kid.. let's examine a conscience with all the guilt and its package. match this, an Anglo on a tight-rope above sharks swimmin' in razor blades limelight in laser jades, a necro Cricket whisperin I'll never grace the stage.. I'll place my faith in the shrine circus wit a severed head of a clown as the mantlepiece! my apathy injects worry with the time when my scandal shrieks "Handle Me..." whispers my conscience in its' slithering puns "Welcome You Are..." bellows the pit during my withering plunge..... ...I dive in the needle and see macabre at work, crossin sedatives off their revenge list the vengeance, soaked with a tourniquet and a dozen syringes relentless, suicide's pre-thought only forgiven through ten trips... wit' bent lips, my face contorts as i punch myself wit' clenched fists. an emaciated ego ebbs and echoes as i flex and let go of the better part of me: the one that is vexed to death row... my soul burns into brimstone, the frustration's cancerous aint it? im from where malific cantors are sacred, and all of life's answers are hatred. Mephisto's my patron, as he stands on my shoulder at the cliff of insanity i live in a myth to my vanity which is a trip that I can't believe.... goin through a shift that'll handle these gifts and my ample needs one step closer to the edge as i take this leap of faith will i weave my grace? or just leave this place...? only one way to find out as i walk over into this state of oblivion and leap off into the place that i'm livin in... back to reality i go.... ===== will leave feed on others' works tomorrow morning. __________________ ...one day at a time Last edited by Phawnex; 10-20-2015 at 12:22 AM.

10-20-2015, 02:12 AM	#2
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,934 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	This was nice man...flow was tight, content is really good especially what Ima 'bout to quote...great stuff bro. Rotatin' in orbit, euphoria off wit a tilt in my axis, before so...let's quilt in the thatches with all the will and the facts kid.. let's examine a conscience with all the guilt and its package. match this, an Anglo on a tight-rope above sharks swimmin' in razor blades limelight in laser jades, a necro Cricket whisperin I'll never grace the stage.. I'll place my faith in the shrine circus wit a severed head of a clown as the mantlepiece! my apathy injects worry with the time when my scandal shrieks "Handle Me..." whispers my conscience in its' slithering puns "Welcome You Are..." bellows the pit during my withering plunge..... ...I dive in the needle and see macabre at work, crossin sedatives off their revenge list the vengeance, soaked with a tourniquet and a dozen syringes relentless, suicide's pre-thought only forgiven through ten trips... wit' bent lips, my face contorts as i punch myself wit' clenched fists. ^^Raw. Stay upwards.

11-05-2015, 02:42 PM	#3
Blaccalicious Junior Member Join Date: Aug 2015 Posts: 12 Rep Power: 0	Heavy mental shit.. vocab stacked!!.. Had to read this twice to really appreciate it.. diggin... good shit G