THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Cereal_Killa · 04-22-2013, 09:53 AM

Idle..sure, I'm resting.. Nesting with death's best intentions, Ina bridal shawl of neglection..
Married to the pain, I'm famished in anguish for the flames.. Burried by the shame, sanity.. Sanity, a saint that scurries from his grave..
Riot or a rave, violence wit a blade.. On my own wrists, I've shown wits but my wicks lit beyond its blaze..
Burnt out, I turn down a good turn out..
Stomping on a ground of promise, I vomit vermin when I purge out.. Certain serpents equal worthless when I serve them.. No servant, venting with a purpose..
A hermit of a wordsmith, airing out a soup kitchen of a conscience in his turnip.. No turban - it's curtains

04-22-2013, 09:53 AM	#11
Cereal_Killa Licking Lily's.. Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 706 Battle Record: 11-6 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 3565733	Idle..sure, I'm resting.. Nesting with death's best intentions, Ina bridal shawl of neglection.. Married to the pain, I'm famished in anguish for the flames.. Burried by the shame, sanity.. Sanity, a saint that scurries from his grave.. Riot or a rave, violence wit a blade.. On my own wrists, I've shown wits but my wicks lit beyond its blaze.. Burnt out, I turn down a good turn out.. Stomping on a ground of promise, I vomit vermin when I purge out.. Certain serpents equal worthless when I serve them.. No servant, venting with a purpose.. A hermit of a wordsmith, airing out a soup kitchen of a conscience in his turnip.. No turban - it's curtains __________________ You think YOU'RE sick I shit cough drops ..