Humans invoke a spark fest on his surface...he chokes to harness
The reality that hes a walkin cloak of darkness
Created to fall, hes just a perturbed domino...trustin his third optical
Call em the earth and his crust......an absurd obstacle
Pigment stained with the pain of a burnt follicle
No germ honorable to bear this infection beyond a disturbed logical
Satanic monster stranded in panic....standin with slanted posture
Distorted statue on the planet like a granite Oscar
Just a brother with life...covered with strife
No relations to family visions...just a hood and scarf to mother his eyes
Blundered with sights of a darkened tomb...marked his doom
Half of his heart consumed....loss his mom after the devil sparked the womb
No home to bed the seed....walked alleys while he bled from knees
Society’s money hungry....while this head’s in need for bread and cheese
Yes indeed...native to bulimic practice
Country cherub with depleted status...1st southern comfort...a spring less mattress
Strong past of imagination that’s vast than a band of nations
Wishful thinking trapped in a cast of fascination
Tuberculosis lurkin... purposely murkin his spine
Its either his feelins or hunger.... he feels is hurtin inside
Soaked in a willow of shadowy hopes with other broken silhouettes
Where sweet dreams arrive in mentals... like honey on pillow sets
This kids suckin...eattin buckets of pig stomach
Fell off a summit when he was 8...reason his hips and ribs touchin
Got raped by a crack stiff bum....early homosexual practice
Done....roamed the earth...draggin...flesh lookin like chapped lips
Livin under wet cardboard...broken home blown from rain
Survivin a livin hell with only his God that knows his name
Gritty amazement...trapped...I view to pity containment
The metaphor for a damaged pedal growin outta a city pavement
Holocaust survivor dwellin where the imposters go
Abandoned spirit inhabitatin a carcass closest thing to a foster home….
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