Nightmares Are Real. (PiE & Geno)

Geno · 09-03-2013, 08:01 AM

PiE..
To rise and escape the flight of our fate, our mind has to awake
Divided are gates that trap us in place until we collapse on our face
Fighting with ways designed by our hate that are devised to disgrace
Has tied us to snakes that leave us ultimately lying in graves
Death lurks in the shadows; urban, through gravel, it emerges in battles
And while we're away, it's likely to play with our children who learn to be assholes
The age of innocence no longer has a trace written in the scripts of life
Everything's a weapon, untethered and steps in to sever where death sentences hide
That turns into pages of paragraphs with bloody rains in the overcast
In displays of horror acts, causing more to be erased in the aftermath
So EVERYONE suffers as we take steps to get ahead of each other
Instead of helping another, we'd rather have advantages that are oppressing our brothers
And while that's depressing, it's worst when the lives forsaken
Should be eating pie and making fingerprint art supplied in day shifts
This leads into vengeance, where we head no repentance for proceeding with hit lists
Evil intentions with repeated precision are refilled like needed prescriptions
Demons invented by deceased spirits who won't leave their life's mission
And peace inside this is as lost as a preteen inside prison

Geno..
As dark skeletons leark over delicate earth
Where a bag of bones never seemed so elegant, perched
Devilish, kurt, perfect reflection of my idle hands, profile pic
The life I chose has become so dialed in,there's no violins
Sins, if you listen close enough hear the screams embark
From the teens, the dark, its harsh, its the queen of hearts
The squeamish arnt invited to come, it slightly discgusts
Theres dead bodies on the ground that were likely in love
Necropheliacs feeling that she might be the one, but never
She gets around to much, then she blushed, its clever
Spent her last few years with the same man and forgets'em
Cause she cheats every day with some one else, its dementia
The scent of a woman was never this intense, its death
this is the outcome when you great ur friends with sex
Fucking pretentious wrecks, nd others are only here for the jokes
Theory is gross, ur sense of humors havn't peaked, its inferior growth
The cool kids clearly provoke the normal ones to de-volve
Its a cult, now the brain has no important functions at all
Rite from wrong don't exist anymore, existance is poor
And this the type of world we programmed to live in -abort

PiE · 09-07-2013, 09:01 AM

for better geno... been so busy with finals, I hadn't even looked... my bad

MarylandMade · 09-07-2013, 11:10 AM

Wow, two different stories on the same amount of greatness. Nice and dark. I always have a habit of analyzing lyrics with the intentions of them applying to a tempo for a song, so as for that analyzation, I believe the Geno took the cake on syllable matching towards a tempo. Geno's particular piece, compared to Pie's is simple yet intelligent enough drive his messages and points across to the reader. As for ellaboration and poetic flavor, I believe the medal goes to Pie.

Zen · 09-09-2013, 07:27 AM

What up geno? This shit was dope fellas. Pie you're schemes were fuckin crazy man. You brought a slick flow with dope multis and I loved it holmes. Geno you brought that dark kinda piece that I'm used to readin from you and you nailed it. Dope collab fellas

09-03-2013, 08:01 AM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,328 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036758	Nightmares Are Real. (PiE & Geno) PiE.. To rise and escape the flight of our fate, our mind has to awake Divided are gates that trap us in place until we collapse on our face Fighting with ways designed by our hate that are devised to disgrace Has tied us to snakes that leave us ultimately lying in graves Death lurks in the shadows; urban, through gravel, it emerges in battles And while we're away, it's likely to play with our children who learn to be assholes The age of innocence no longer has a trace written in the scripts of life Everything's a weapon, untethered and steps in to sever where death sentences hide That turns into pages of paragraphs with bloody rains in the overcast In displays of horror acts, causing more to be erased in the aftermath So EVERYONE suffers as we take steps to get ahead of each other Instead of helping another, we'd rather have advantages that are oppressing our brothers And while that's depressing, it's worst when the lives forsaken Should be eating pie and making fingerprint art supplied in day shifts This leads into vengeance, where we head no repentance for proceeding with hit lists Evil intentions with repeated precision are refilled like needed prescriptions Demons invented by deceased spirits who won't leave their life's mission And peace inside this is as lost as a preteen inside prison Geno.. As dark skeletons leark over delicate earth Where a bag of bones never seemed so elegant, perched Devilish, kurt, perfect reflection of my idle hands, profile pic The life I chose has become so dialed in,there's no violins Sins, if you listen close enough hear the screams embark From the teens, the dark, its harsh, its the queen of hearts The squeamish arnt invited to come, it slightly discgusts Theres dead bodies on the ground that were likely in love Necropheliacs feeling that she might be the one, but never She gets around to much, then she blushed, its clever Spent her last few years with the same man and forgets'em Cause she cheats every day with some one else, its dementia The scent of a woman was never this intense, its death this is the outcome when you great ur friends with sex Fucking pretentious wrecks, nd others are only here for the jokes Theory is gross, ur sense of humors havn't peaked, its inferior growth The cool kids clearly provoke the normal ones to de-volve Its a cult, now the brain has no important functions at all Rite from wrong don't exist anymore, existance is poor And this the type of world we programmed to live in -abort __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est* Last edited by Geno; 09-03-2013 at 08:06 AM.

09-07-2013, 09:01 AM	#2
PiE el es a la mode Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: slice of heaven Posts: 94 Battle Record: 1-4 Rep Power: 33	for better geno... been so busy with finals, I hadn't even looked... my bad __________________

09-07-2013, 11:10 AM	#3
MarylandMade Member Join Date: Sep 2013 Posts: 36 Rep Power: 0	Wow, two different stories on the same amount of greatness. Nice and dark. I always have a habit of analyzing lyrics with the intentions of them applying to a tempo for a song, so as for that analyzation, I believe the Geno took the cake on syllable matching towards a tempo. Geno's particular piece, compared to Pie's is simple yet intelligent enough drive his messages and points across to the reader. As for ellaboration and poetic flavor, I believe the medal goes to Pie.

09-09-2013, 07:27 AM	#4
Zen Arm the Homeless Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,104 Battle Record: 22-24 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 35079719	What up geno? This shit was dope fellas. Pie you're schemes were fuckin crazy man. You brought a slick flow with dope multis and I loved it holmes. Geno you brought that dark kinda piece that I'm used to readin from you and you nailed it. Dope collab fellas