Stream of Consciousness

I am the first born
my errors fester with scorn-
never feel the calm before the storm
cuz I'm always beat, ripped and torn.

Eldest child of three
never dealt without Ecstasy
There's joy through grace
unless you're dragging this out for your next chance to get faced!

Oh the nights so short
to short to tell you my mind.
I have to warn you before
you believe all the shit that you'll find.

So I take my medicine-
love doesn't exist without
a way to unwind.

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I bring the corpses to the table
open the closets to truth
there's so much more to revolution
and the pressures of youth.

And she says I'm not mature
for only wanting to soothe
I bring out the corpses from the closet, baby,
this flow is what I choose.

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I'll be your sweet and sour
if you'll be mine every hour.
A gentleman in the streets
but I'm a freak in those sheets.
I'll buy you flowers corresponding
to the days of the week.

Nothing's too insane
it's all a game in the brain-
and logically, reality dictates
the deeply mundane.

Living's not about adventure
and dying is the end.
I've plodded through a dying life
for a lover and friend.
By that I mean someone I can talk to
have passion for that doesn't end.

I'm reusing my rhymes
to illustrate the same message:
I want to fuck, love and chill
and with one other guessing-

about the crazy world we live in
and our thoughts every day
proving each our own uniqueness
in so many different ways.

I live to the hardcore
and I like how it feels-
any other way is to timid
this is my life to the limit.