THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

asylum · 10-25-2015, 05:07 AM

im sittin in a puddle of my own devotions
devoid of all logic or sense of emotion
feels like the sensation your floating
this end knows lips stay consistently closed
from persistent erosion by predictable motions
our conscripted hope leads to perscription dope
positioning told..
written like inscriptions in gold.
it fades with time, beauty's in the eyes of a beholder
each toy soldier's emboldened by chance
locked in the necromancers dance
we walk across molten lava to solve ya problems
just cuz ya never taught options soften the blow
ya know i'm droppin tha flow
leave em bodied like a sarcophagus doe

10-25-2015, 05:07 AM	#1
asylum Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2014 Posts: 999 Battle Record: 7-5 Rep Power: 8214211	im sittin in a puddle of my own devotions devoid of all logic or sense of emotion feels like the sensation your floating this end knows lips stay consistently closed from persistent erosion by predictable motions our conscripted hope leads to perscription dope positioning told.. written like inscriptions in gold. it fades with time, beauty's in the eyes of a beholder each toy soldier's emboldened by chance locked in the necromancers dance we walk across molten lava to solve ya problems just cuz ya never taught options soften the blow ya know i'm droppin tha flow leave em bodied like a sarcophagus doe Last edited by asylum; 10-25-2015 at 05:10 AM.