Sensual Mute

[Spoken]

My view of life at first hand

Sensual Mute

At the age of the ages I knew life was a fragrant,
That grew wild not flagrant... Just a hopeless that's cased in.
To the tainted and sacred between hell and it's fortress,
A solitude for an orphan who managed escaping abortion.
Past had him contorted; just lonely with tears,
A grimacing sheer of pain... etching back odd years.
Philanthropy; the fear, had him scurry to darkness,
Cold shoulder W/ monsters trying to suffice his conscience.
Knife is the tool- choice of torture to harness,
Kept the promise to harvest life W/ death disregarded.
No mercy was postured and stayed strict to the rule,
Feelings imbrued- captivating chemistry clues.
Pro posteriors fools pulling antics to shelve me cruel,
The sceptic artist who give paparazzi some shit to include.
The Babylon if of a new coming, a path that hurls,
No matter the obstacles that captured the world.
16 hours straight- a pain unbearable and not lightly imaged,
But she was a nose guard for protection fighting for scrimmage.
Percentage w/ out limits cause she had more to be given,
Birth of twins but only one lives.. Cause I was carved to be livin'.

My brother had passed since the day I first cried,
And it wasn't cuz I was a newborn or that I was alive..
-It's cus I witnessed first hand my only brother struggle to survive then die.