LifeTime Addiction
I spelled out destiny as an infant with neon coloured crayons
But got sick under the influence of staying strong, smothered lungs
Music cured me but at the same time gave a life addiction
By giving me introspectism outside the box of fiction
And I have a lock on this diction with stress on the similes
As I sinfully weave a pattern so perfected that symetry
Envies this methodical use of words, themes, and plots
I crop the branches of my knowledge after I seen it rot
And withered a dead rose of love, and romantic things
I demanded the reigns of the anti-christ and his satanic Kings
Second handed sins, it passes through a bloodstream
And reflects the one beam of light that I don't need sunscreen
Double metaphors lull dreams so I'm thinking of it gettin better
I let my caged bird sore but return as pillows of pheonix feathers
These blankets of papyrus written by the same men they suffocate
Overwhelmed by divine diction hidden in bibles and dufflebags
Creating literary landmarks, then left as rubble on page
I stumble and gaze at this puzzle today escaping the looped snare
Mechanically approved as a labrat but more of an abused hare
Thoroughly bred from poetry, hopefully alive metaphorically
To expand my foundation of historically important authority
For my legacy to be more sincere than a memory of a faint poet
Mention me but I can't guarentee than there's a face more stoic
Of dried paint leaving legions and markings, poetically genius
In the prescence of a battle-orientated Spartan, theotically Jesus
With a pen, I devise a thesis, needless to say this is my region
Underneath the mainstream, and struggling just for my breathing
I hope I wash ashore to restore the seasons
Or at least get pummeled beneath the tide, without a eulogy
Spelled out my downfall on the townhall in spray paint
Beautifully.