Oh no, not me. I never lost control.
You're face to face with the man who sold the world.
[5:27] <Slvrfsh> someone should put me out of my misery
* Dark|Away caps Slvrfsh
<Dark|Away> Actually, wait, no
[5:27] <Slvrfsh> thanks
<Dark|Away> Do it your damn self
<Dark|Away> Too many lazy people nowadays.
<Dark|Away> "Somebody kill me."
<Dark|Away> Kill your own damn self.
And the rainfall in the city
Is never ever witty
It makes me feel pretty
Charlatans and chicanerists
may dance and do their tricks
they will never have you
not the way I do
From thousands of miles away
the rain has traveled far to play
games I've never thought of
And pitterpatter songs of love
And each droplet kiss brings change
A departure I'd never miss from the strange
and every detail's rearranged
Ten thousand drops pust a grain of dust
They don't know why, but somehow they must
Gravity is the only thing they trust
Until they dry and leave behind rust
A record of ages, he turns the pages; studies the sages and he gauges their respective traits. He apportions attention like the Fates; no rebates—you can't debate once it's too late. As he sees them, he frees them; sprung to life are the friezes upon which the artist eases their likenesses. And the reader confesses, his lessons were never essential in the way that truth can be consequential and even prudential. The task is monumental, but fundamental potential arises, evidential, and belies the lies in their eyes that he'd missed, the humanity so subtly with genius kissed and he's blessed to witness this.
Witness it? You ain't seen shit. Sure, you've dusted off some grit from decrepit volumes of wit, but what of it? You labored; never loved it, got down in it, not up above it. Far from a glove-fit you had to shove it down your throat and feebly hope what they wrote spoke some spark of faint light into the dark night that is your life so rife with strife that to be cut with a knife would be quite alright, thank you very much. But still, you've felt the touch of ages gone long ago and you know something that someday may make you grow.
And she also sends me rain
Uses my words to salve her pain
And even if I can't hold her tight
I will be with her tonight
I rain my kisses on her hair
And she is in the very air
A static charge that splits the night
I run free with her tonight
there is no space
There is only love
the two of us
the heavens above
me and my joy
It never was so pure
And I've never been so sure
And it's never felt so right
I am there with her tonight
Thunder is wonder
and in the shadowed scar
that splits the night
I run free with her tonight
pH33R TEH SOUND
I work hard so I can get pay
Turn right around and spend it gettin play
And it occurred to me today
Man, there has got to be a better way
Sucka h0's with they fidollah clotheZ think they can git with this
Little do they know they chance they missed
Back when I was a punk kid an undiscovered funk kid
Not the master of the rhymeZ I am today
I would have surely given play
Now, no way
Fuck yo fake ass nails
Yo fake ass tits
Nappy ass extensions
And you wanna git wit this?
Nuh-uh. Ain't gonna happen.
Better find another dog if you wanna get to body slappin
Bitches always gotta start to steppin
So I gotta start rappin
What the fuck went wrong?
Oh yeah, I got outta bed today
And ever since then
Shit's been fucked in a major way
I feel like bustin caps in some punk ass
Or puttin my fist through some fuckin plate glass
my boots stomp the concrete
people back up backup as I pass
Something's gonna break cuz I don't know how much more I'll take before I make the bloodstain scrape offa my shoe ain't nuthin you can do when I come for you and your motherfucking little dog too.
and on and on and on
till the break-a breaka dawn
You betta run, cuz I'm 'bout to have some fun.
Deal with It
Mnemosene dreams and intricate schemes
I float my trireme downstream
I awkwardly bulleme
"She will be mine," I scream
Pugilism to the self
I need to care about my health
I say as I beat myself up
Till there are bruises on my glutted gut
I escape the painful day
by throwing everything away
I can't keep living this way
But I fear that ugly is here to stay
God, damn fate for making me like this
And goddamn society
and goddamn genetics
I'll kill myself in an act of eugenics
All is lost
except the weight I bear
and fuck you life
Why should I care?
I wonder if they will shed a tear
or kick back and crack a beer
the fat kid's dead
my tombstone said
and that was all
I think I lost the whole "male eating disorder" aspect to that last one. :\
* Dark works hard to level up his skillZ.
<Dark> You can't spell skills without ill!
"Your talents will be recognized and suitably rewarded [in bed]."