Spun

Cereal · 10-08-2018, 04:01 PM

spun

as the vehicle bodies the barrier, my skull crushes
steel bust's with bushes and pushes out where now the dust sits
blood splits and spits into particles to congeal
making knotted hair through the trees burgundy teal
i breathe knowing it is real, everything on the wheel
wondering if i could take it one step back, is my fate sealed
and that's where we start, numb with nothing tickling
on the ground dying looking at photo's flickering

click
click
my hour glass is emptied
click

at home bout 2'o, foreign news on all traffic
as much as porn sites on Sunday morning, tragic
i eat a microwave meal, sipping soda pop with bud
'til i get baked sized extra busted out with suds
i get a call from my boy, they giving birth soon
in need of a guide to the emergency room
i snatch up the keys, phone and bounce in the jeep
plug in my phone as a new navigator.. it beeps*
focused on the depth of the road, r.i.p
swerving, unbalanced at how deep the sky blue be
a local taxi drives starring want of something
but i brush it off and keep moven thugging
i heard once, direction is an open highway
so i fly by my shirt sleeve truly sideways
all oxygen, listening with my destination in mind
intention known for the truth of what to find
i start getting sleepy and yawn out my past life
put the radio on, with frequency of the day light
my phone sends photo of location's importance
i notice the cord loose, i push in portion's
start merging in the public eyes that we all share
when the car kicks out on a white line that is not there
engulfing the area pushing the wind through me
drying the bone that's exposed of the bleeding i can see
a tree fall's on me, all i hear is *timber
all human act cracking metal like shackles limber
i squirm towards the light, broken feeling as trash
as china white shattered with the taste of brass
no siren's, its my last breath, i notice my phone
and there is the image's
pluraled foreign
crossing free to direct me to my death on it

click
click
my hour glass emptied
click

Exis · 10-10-2018, 06:15 AM

This was pretty fuckin' slick bro...your imagery is raw, I like your word usage especially in the openin'...sick spit.

& thanks for the feed fam.

10-08-2018, 04:01 PM	#1
Cereal killa Join Date: Jun 2018 Posts: 820 Battle Record: 1-6 Rep Power: 1312296	Spun spun as the vehicle bodies the barrier, my skull crushes steel bust's with bushes and pushes out where now the dust sits blood splits and spits into particles to congeal making knotted hair through the trees burgundy teal i breathe knowing it is real, everything on the wheel wondering if i could take it one step back, is my fate sealed and that's where we start, numb with nothing tickling on the ground dying looking at photo's flickering click click my hour glass is emptied click at home bout 2'o, foreign news on all traffic as much as porn sites on Sunday morning, tragic i eat a microwave meal, sipping soda pop with bud 'til i get baked sized extra busted out with suds i get a call from my boy, they giving birth soon in need of a guide to the emergency room i snatch up the keys, phone and bounce in the jeep plug in my phone as a new navigator.. it beeps* focused on the depth of the road, r.i.p swerving, unbalanced at how deep the sky blue be a local taxi drives starring want of something but i brush it off and keep moven thugging i heard once, direction is an open highway so i fly by my shirt sleeve truly sideways all oxygen, listening with my destination in mind intention known for the truth of what to find i start getting sleepy and yawn out my past life put the radio on, with frequency of the day light my phone sends photo of location's importance i notice the cord loose, i push in portion's start merging in the public eyes that we all share when the car kicks out on a white line that is not there engulfing the area pushing the wind through me drying the bone that's exposed of the bleeding i can see a tree fall's on me, all i hear is timber all human act cracking metal like shackles limber i squirm towards the light, broken feeling as trash as china white shattered with the taste of brass no siren's, its my last breath, i notice my phone and there is the image's pluraled foreign crossing free to direct me to my death on it click click my hour glass emptied click Last edited by Cereal; 10-08-2018 at 04:04 PM.*

10-10-2018, 06:15 AM	#2
Exis ............ Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 3,938 Battle Record: 3-3 Rep Power: 0	This was pretty fuckin' slick bro...your imagery is raw, I like your word usage especially in the openin'...sick spit. & thanks for the feed fam.