Blood loss

[Baron Mynd]

been bleeding out emotionally. pick at the scabs
find what’s hidden in blackness only hints at your past
broken mirror in bathroom reflects punched holes in the wall
socially awkward, tough to hang it up when nobody calls you
ghost in the halls. bodachian bard, tears choked back on cigars
scabs become scars. daydrinking til i crack glass into shards
hand me your arm. pass me a marker, let me doodle graffiti
beautifully neat ballpoint Bicasso about to lose it completely
stupidly genius. the two things are equal parts of my sum
dual intermediates. hearty assumptions
started from nothing
a cathartic conundrum. purgative drug gateway to the world that i love
seismic surface eruptions. handquakes as you’re turning this up
searching for something. someone. somewhere in the distance
unaware of what’s missing, blank faced we stare into pictures
scared of admitting it’s easier not to hope for the best
copious mechanisms over-employed to refocus our efforts
holding our breath in the face of adversity. nobodies left
every stone that we’ve stepped on overturned. emotionless wreck
growths introspective. hold it against me, a welcome embrace
from the hells that we’ve faced. smiles flash in selfish distain
seldomly safe in my own thoughts. drown inside my cerebral
the silence unequal to recurring themed dreams blighted by evil
mind who your people are, keep your friends close as your word
nobodies perfect. especially all of those that know me in person
show me your worst. I wanna see the real you at your lowest
truthfully knowing someone takes time and the proofs in the showing
you should just open up. the difference between the real and the fake
is feeling their pain as the adrenalines released from your veins

blood loss

[QuantumCaveman]

Good shyt, at the end of the day.. Well-structured piece, with all the usual multi's as one would expect from a typical textcee, I guess. That's the only thing that made it kinda bog-standard for me, its that almost predictable textcee flow which LOADS of you guys do. I've been seeing that style since the early 2000s. And then its this obfuscating fog that clouds the whole piece, which I struggle get through, in parts, to actually understand what you're saying. Like wtf is a 'bodachian bard'? Maybe i'm just not well-read enough, but all this stuff is not accessible to the average reader (who doesn't frequent rap forums). Overall, decent. My favourite part: 'emotionless wreck, growths introspective. hold it against me'...I really felt that particular section.