LMAO SO I'M WILLING TO PUT MY NC TEXT BATTLE RECORD ON THE LINE VS. CIMMERIAN - OH SHIT!

Cimmerian · 08-31-2015, 05:55 PM

a [d] diction

The death of me: these words work incessantly
Like cooks in a kitchen mixing without a recipe
Phrases speed on pages, collision on the precipice
Crash of a diction, the prescription is the melody
Art is a catharsis or a needle to a vinyl vein—
Scratching the surface, bleeding as I write away
Drowned in the sound, surfing on a tidal wave
Sands through my hand, slipping with the light of day
Been drunk off the ink, the pen parries the sheets
Stabbing wounds in a womb to carry the seed
The birth of thought, blooming, I'm buried beneath—
The root of all evil, and now its married to me
All bark and not a bite from the family tree
Let's pretend we're all peachy, syrupy sweet
Knocking ourselves out for the feel of the beat
Popping pills/taking notes hoping nobody sleeps . . .

on me.

08-31-2015, 05:55 PM	#1
Cimmerian Senior Member Join Date: Dec 2013 Posts: 142 Rep Power: 2933499	a [d] diction The death of me: these words work incessantly Like cooks in a kitchen mixing without a recipe Phrases speed on pages, collision on the precipice Crash of a diction, the prescription is the melody Art is a catharsis or a needle to a vinyl vein— Scratching the surface, bleeding as I write away Drowned in the sound, surfing on a tidal wave Sands through my hand, slipping with the light of day Been drunk off the ink, the pen parries the sheets Stabbing wounds in a womb to carry the seed The birth of thought, blooming, I'm buried beneath— The root of all evil, and now its married to me All bark and not a bite from the family tree Let's pretend we're all peachy, syrupy sweet Knocking ourselves out for the feel of the beat Popping pills/taking notes hoping nobody sleeps . . . on me. Last edited by Cimmerian; 08-31-2015 at 09:30 PM.

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