A Eulogy for past crimes
Is nothing left of this pass-time
If anyone could see past these rhymes
And be fucked to read between the lines,
There's a false exuberance
Sugar coated in hubris
When I wrote I knew this
I'd sing song that are fruitless
Coming down with new things
Penning down these feelings
Writing is just a measure
Of overstated investure
Courses of erasure that defy my nature
But I write anyway,
Maybe then I could recall some day
I had a crown that wouldn't fade,
Anybody was screaming but I couldn't say
Screaming at the top of my voice in the fray
Every time the chorus dropped Id lay
Right into those punch lines
But right now I just crunch rhymes
A beatbox with no lag time
Put em in a box and never be wondering about the 9 crimes,
I farm music like it's lunchtime
But self realization stops me on a dime
So I drop the rhyme
And pick up and pen and then it's in line
To get me away
From a sick day
To a sick bay
Somewhere on the tail end of yesterday
Theres no way
I'll head back that way
It's over
There is over.
It's a Eulogy for lost time
Though you swore you wouldn't see the day
I'll still sing you the songs.
That I sing for the dead
It's eulogy but still alive
To hear it in the back of your head
I'll still sing you the songs
That I sing for the dead.
Honesty is brutal
But honestly it's worse if it's cruel
Enough to let you hope for
Things coming back in a new form
Life, isn't nice enough to give you a wake up call
We're cold sores, just stuck in separate cold stores.
But hold your racehorse,
Maybe with all the money we made Razorblade stores
Run the blood stocks and court the mobsters
Find a niche and publish the records
Find a cash dump, in come the sponsors
Store your courage income expenditure
Love the shitstorm or grow the fuck up
I never said that
That I wanted
Any part of it
Handed me a microphone
And Imma break your jaw with it
I am not an innovator
Programmed like the Terminator
Feeling overwhelmed by the
Company I'm nominated
Back Into by the storm of it
I'd rather die to find out
If It was worth any of time I spent
Composing on an automaton
Sheer luck no determination
Singing for the words I'd never
Wondering for the life I'd ever
Pray for.
But I'm not religious
So sing me a funeral Song for the ages
Or cast me off on a ship into spaces
Arms crossed like a king with 10 faces
Times Lost like a font with no faces.
It's a Eulogy for lost time
Though you swore you wouldn't see the day
I'll still sing you the songs.
That I sing for the dead
It's eulogy but still alive
To hear it in the back of your head
I'll still sing you the songs
That I sing for the dead.
YOU ARE READING
At The Corner Of My Eye
PoetryMore poetry involving myself, my friends, my anime and my incredible addiction to the aforementioned 2. A few rants. My second compilation. To everyone who viewed voted and commented on my first work, A Left Brain, a MASSIVE HERCULEAN THANK YOU...
