she sits there...
on the dark, dusty & damp wooden shelf, surrounded w/ dusk
and a shadow of the rooms essence, profounded as fucc
a shelf below rests a childs memorial, blessed she'd fall
her brother bambarded by mixed emotions, kept her doll
as a token of his love & his boys up to par with her
already hard to picture,
taught himself to be a man living with no father figure.
working mothers dont have the time for love to stop in
'specially in a crack husstle, bein a son soon forgotten
he knows now can be his funeral, jus sum his ass takes
still in a bad place
so just incase, everyday his mom wears blacc drapes
he watches slow as his mothers motherly senses fade,
unable to mention aid as long as the rent is paid
.
in frustration, the son walks in from an earlier fight,
thinkin. heavens gates couldnt look any pearlier, right?
wishin his sister could simply sample from his breath
but to want to die... makin no example from the death
your visions can be clouded, while ears die from moans
& even the porcelin pupil can be smothered in styrofoam
.
6:00, at home by himself, his mom at work w/ hands full
suicidal thoughts disconnected contact w/ the mans will
rolling through the total investigation of a pill pantry
then took a blade to both wrists, & still stands weak
unforgivable to take thy life, evil brought to another level
now insted of a human, he became a vessel of the devil
.
crying after trying... 40x over he should have been dead
cracced his own necc, & ate himself retarded with lead
after the abuse, a mellow laugh was to pursue in his end
jumped off his buildin,
& walked up w/ speghetti legs to do it again
asked for gods forgiveness to die with his soul honest
it was so pitiful, the devil himself couldnt keep his promise
reality shifted as his world turned blacc w/ ash of his gun
porcelin pupils framed his sister... then shaddered to none
...playin the memory bacc
of when he accidently blasted her w/ one
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