...my descent into a phase
But I didn't walk, I ran
I sprinted into the doors of the junior high
It was good, that's a lie
It started like, the first girl I met was
I met the others, they were
Then I met the genius, the one, his name was
But I had my friend named
I didn't reveal the names, but I won't
Get me out, I don't
Sometimes I can't
If I could, she wouldn't be in the wrong
And I shan't
I woke up post-nightmare
I dreamt I was scared
After doing some stuff
Not cocaine, heroin, meth, or drugged fluff
I had a paper, I got scared, and woke up
I didn't get a clear picture
Walk I did, didn't know it would happen
So I'm rapping, I ain't raping
YOU ARE READING
You Tried To Kill Me, And You Will Die Instead
PoetryA story told through poetry and rhyme. And a bit of groove (yes, I mean groove metal, not funk). From Heaven to Hell to Heaven again.
