Portrait Colour

Pic by pammy

 

Model Essca

 

 

Essence erodes into mess you believed to be real

Listen to Hendrix played backwards on reel to reel

This world lost its feel when art lost its grasp

Should have paid attention in class kid

Fed off tit of deceased and still a bastard

Asked for it all and received a swift nil

Built on the ashes you burned,

Placed in urns

Along with the lessons i've learned

Amount to paradox

I am where you were

Before you was my victim

Breath Clorox while I rock social unconscious like Shirley Chism.

 

 

False facades grin upon my last smile

Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child

False facades grin upon my last smile

Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child

False facades grin upon my last smile

Spit concrete bile, Speak volumes on this child

False facades grin upon my last smile

Spit concrete bile...

 

 

Lost my rhythm within context of diseased cortex

Search for more sex and violence

Was met with ill silence

Childhood idols fell hard like third world tyrants

Reviving center core

Who these you adore?

Lost in urban lore.

Cleanse perception's doors

Respect that film noir

Existence?

I enter/exit poor.

 

 

Done