PoeticMayheim
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Waiting…
5/17/03
Consumed with relentless death,
burned beneath my tormented flesh from past regrets
to future line-ups as the prime suspect,
from crimes composed inside the deepest depths of my skull's soft tissue;
I've hooped for dreams, I've slung for dirty cream,
cleaned it up, but before my laundry was complete I was bum rushed by the feds
and the local police; now I'm stuck between a rock and my mental state
with evaporated goals and left with a corrupt soul;
a six by eight, toilet, and sink is the contents of my home;
confined to solitary cause my cellmate wanted me buried,
now his family's weeping tears at the Southside cemetery;
so alone in my zone I stand awaiting death to come tapping violently
at my triple-thick heavy metal chamber door;
I can remember when things could never seem so grim,
when my days and nights were spent with true friends,
but I halt those thoughts cause the pain will only eat away at my insides
quickly decaying my flesh and eroding my anatomy;
I've broken day on hands and bent knees praying for forgiveness,
but unaware if the Big Man was listening to my spoken words
mixed with abstract adjectives and verbs…
Maybe one day I'll be forgiven and blessed to follow the Shepherd as He guides His herd…
5/17/03
Consumed with relentless death,
burned beneath my tormented flesh from past regrets
to future line-ups as the prime suspect,
from crimes composed inside the deepest depths of my skull's soft tissue;
I've hooped for dreams, I've slung for dirty cream,
cleaned it up, but before my laundry was complete I was bum rushed by the feds
and the local police; now I'm stuck between a rock and my mental state
with evaporated goals and left with a corrupt soul;
a six by eight, toilet, and sink is the contents of my home;
confined to solitary cause my cellmate wanted me buried,
now his family's weeping tears at the Southside cemetery;
so alone in my zone I stand awaiting death to come tapping violently
at my triple-thick heavy metal chamber door;
I can remember when things could never seem so grim,
when my days and nights were spent with true friends,
but I halt those thoughts cause the pain will only eat away at my insides
quickly decaying my flesh and eroding my anatomy;
I've broken day on hands and bent knees praying for forgiveness,
but unaware if the Big Man was listening to my spoken words
mixed with abstract adjectives and verbs…
Maybe one day I'll be forgiven and blessed to follow the Shepherd as He guides His herd…
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