Just venting

Objective · 12-29-2017, 11:09 PM

It's awkwardly hard to breathe.
I start to see black,
fuck the land of misfortune but I'm too scarred to go back.
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I barred my honesty with hard to see hipocrisy consciously
so bad it destroyed the part of me I hope to be constantly.
A tad bit annoyed at a personal greek comedy? Possibly...
This geeks prophecy's marked with a toy gun of loyalty aimed at itself morbidly.
Commonly known in this Hell as lobotomy's throne I hold on to my own,
I obviously lose as I down 'em with booze and pose to be home.
These bastards infected my dome and won't respect me enough to leave me alone,
they're sentient and tough, it's like they need to be owned.
Suppose my options are closed for modesty's tone is vibrant,
I don't pick up the phone cus the trick is to stay silent,
when this shit's in the zone a breeze can seem violent.
No more cards up my sleeve just the marks of a beast
stuck in the darkness of Eve as he spark up the trees.
I can't retrieve the versions of me's that I lost in the streets,
now the cost is to see the returns of receipts that I buried in cheats.
I didn't hurry or worry 'bout cheese just the turning of feats
I left burning for sweets that were earned in the sheets.
Now I'm dating defeats relating to me. It's degrading, for free!
Nah, I'm just fucking around
cus I hate to be me.

12-29-2017, 11:09 PM	#1
Objective ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,868 Battle Record: 17-32 Rep Power: 52474192	Just venting It's awkwardly hard to breathe. I start to see black, fuck the land of misfortune but I'm too scarred to go back. - I barred my honesty with hard to see hipocrisy consciously so bad it destroyed the part of me I hope to be constantly. A tad bit annoyed at a personal greek comedy? Possibly... This geeks prophecy's marked with a toy gun of loyalty aimed at itself morbidly. Commonly known in this Hell as lobotomy's throne I hold on to my own, I obviously lose as I down 'em with booze and pose to be home. These bastards infected my dome and won't respect me enough to leave me alone, they're sentient and tough, it's like they need to be owned. Suppose my options are closed for modesty's tone is vibrant, I don't pick up the phone cus the trick is to stay silent, when this shit's in the zone a breeze can seem violent. No more cards up my sleeve just the marks of a beast stuck in the darkness of Eve as he spark up the trees. I can't retrieve the versions of me's that I lost in the streets, now the cost is to see the returns of receipts that I buried in cheats. I didn't hurry or worry 'bout cheese just the turning of feats I left burning for sweets that were earned in the sheets. Now I'm dating defeats relating to me. It's degrading, for free! Nah, I'm just fucking around cus I hate to be me. __________________ I'm not a slave for entertainment, I'm entertainments personal slave, So deep into writing I'm concerned bout the text on my grave. www.youtube.com/watch?v=gV8ozGcGJ6o Last edited by Objective; 12-29-2017 at 11:19 PM.