DrAnnonymous

And no saints came marching in; Rat racing station pacing for self mutilation Cattle feeding frenzy putrefaction, jaded As gemstones in a graveyard, Following ancient advice, in a modern man-made maze Amazed at every which and Wiccan way the state can traipse a dream Wish I was arrogant Raised bi-parentless Polar opposite to those abused by worst of kin Left to pick my own chin up off the ground, class spin omega Lets set the tone to volume, past the buffer mechanical and shake us off this flat earth Hollow as the moon is claimed to be, a pain to remind 'em of the satiated curiosities Every woman child and man got unstated odysseys But the rung brung only wonders for the many of those too afraid to push I pin my voodoo doll to see if I can really control myself, It shouldn't take so many rituals to embrace self preservative health I move in stealth - announcing where I'm going paints the target Like children in the woods at night or the working class in the market A stalked

I ain't takin' no flak from a motherfucker that ain't even on the map Ain't got shit to say but still convinced you gotta be the god of rap Isn't it so fuckin' fascinating, your entire style's collective drug abuse Sober all you can do is try and find a reason to chat, but it's no use There ain't no depth in you, shallow as masturbating to self photo op Your slow mo talk is cheap as every shot you'd need to take to make a diss track drop Rapping off beat my ass Don't need to follow the same patterns as everyone else to get a pass This ain't even rapping fast - every attack is a backup, backflip maverick lashing, Hash it out Let me give you a second to comprehend, the fact that Riding trends is your only hope, you grab the envelope and barely bend A wack package of every rapper you think is cool and wanna be like so You smoke me on the mic the day that snoop dogg smoking stems Let you pretend that you're so dark - a counter wigger wannabe Em Panhandle mixtapes, so repetitive upon

Mapped out every piece of me, it's hazy Worked on 'em all 'till every part went crazy, Was worth it - I mean besides the back and forth, tourniquet Etiquette of Nietzsche, niche brain of Copernicus Self-embezzlements sabotaged the settlement Indebted to recovery, survival, and my betterment Weathering the storms' less entertaining than becoming it The chain around my ankle's now my bludgeon, and I'm loving it Just be lucky it's passive Aggression is my name, my rise to fame's elastic Writer, producer, a hard worker, luck or shit talk I'd need a couple stalkers 'fore I feel like I was actualized, Plots For the expansion Or double back and stabilize? Or triple dog for mansions? Or sprint along the track in hopes to catch up to the Ought? Become a auger of the cosmos or a vessel for the primal wants? Thoughts Are often as wrong as feeling Pain's for the better Change sprang from the reeling I don't need a hook, I've got a wicked left cross Any cocktail to crossover, zombie, bomb, or

These hands are used for building, These hands give me my fix I stitch together sunrises, Then dissipate to mist Imagination's thick, But my eyes are ever-wary Estuaries to the drifts What I can do is scary What makes a man? What makes me worth my weight in gold? Is it potential of a saint, Or being more mobile than mold? Because if animation's all I have I'm glad I ain't commit No tendencies have overcome me Yet I didn't amount to shit Was told to dumb it down - Leave breadcrumbs to follow But as hollow as it goes I don't lament the type who wallow Rather drink the poison thorough, Than spit, some people swallow And its shameful how they waste their time Afraid of tomorrow /// I mean I smoke away the stress, But smoke's the visible killer And I find a thrill in darker places Stark contrasts to shimmers, Littlest wins - My shots are spinners The bottle's truth and dare alike Long forgone conclusions Of my moral stance and afterlfe I can make impressions, Or I can make you

I give too much power To those sour times, The rest is all saccharine Distractions, lashing inward I long for those times, when I longed to die Confident, innocuous, Scents of pine This sense of mine, is off Eardrums are ringing, the teeth quickly rot A sickly dark place for my head to rest is all I've got Even with work, money, expressions, I've learned There is no confession, repair Only sine curve

You have never seen the sky Without a glimmer of the void in your eyes So too, haven't I You wonder if you'd be seen as free or Who all you'd leave behind So too, have I It's not fair, And neither are the reasons Life's so cold, warm Only is the fluctuating season You know, I'm glad to be leaving Synapses click, Hunter, preservation Trigger fingers steadies, 'Till I'm staring down the barrel of my own fun For what it's worth, I'm no one Imprints stick, Summer, dedication Lingering in shadows Till I'm glaring down the carolers, I'm no fun I'm no good for anyone

Leave me to my guilt, Another summer spent drowning, Too proud to buy stilts Sought a craftsman to chat with, A blacksmith to copulate Now words are weapons, and method to repopulate The globe Some saviors in a codified strobe A blip underwater, but I know what I've known Can't declare war at home, less a sermon with no Deaths, proper. Firespitter, topics drop hot to hotter I rummage through my memories, a toddler to the present Said she wasn't impressed, I never said I was impressive Congested, sick of allegation Sprinting for the woods first sight of validation Takes erasure to improve, too little too soon Spoonfun of eyedrops, make a river out of the bystander blues My standard loser's wailing of sirens that went off when I was done flailing it gets easier to salivate easier to walk quick, smoother form dilapidate //

I'm under stimulated Underestimated Maybe it's fatalism or even the way that it isn't? I scream a thousand schisms , A schizo-typical boy Not even God could give 'em Wisdom of filling no voids I bathe and swim in ashes I writhe, lurid and callous Curious and motherfuckin' rude as white girl pageants I'm burn so much, I'm pagan I'm just so black I'm hated I'm just so quiet I'm creepy, it's automated /// i'm gonna just let it go from here /// ///since i keep scrapping and tossing and restarting the lines/// ///this isn't bipolar anymore/// ///it's something more fun(?)())?/// since i can't seem to calm down, i'm not even going to attempt to format this . i don't care. and its liberating to not care, with such a quiet chaos as letting it all progress. like nothing ever happens. it never really does, does it? / Dreams of my world I live in my own, cloud marshmallow impressions of hands amongst lumpy cloud kneading it dough, and sterile as freshly cut i promise you only a river of

Oh you never loved me, just followed indirectly Past the point of no return to focus on trajectory I never thought we would have made it this far Aimed straight for the stars, landing adjacent to bars I chase my suffering with shots of peace To placate the weeks chasing a new life's meaning, a thesis Fell in love with my demons, Now it feels like kindness is either wasted or weakness The world's never loved me, it's made me cold and bitter It, flavors my whiskey, sends electrified jitters Up my spine till I shiver, slid my jigger cross the table with ease Till bones splinter, hope's a simmering infectious disease I slithered back to the woods in a moment of grief Rain pitter-pattering from riverbank to leaves Shadows came quick, and I ran even faster Blaming both nature and nurture for disaster 22 years spent, wildly flailing Failing to find footing in absurdist stress hailing Prevailing winds with a blizzardous chill, it's all paling In comparison to comparisons, envy is

There's a black cloud overhead my house Matches clothing, matches my hair I think I'm made of glass, I think I'm splintering Everyone else seems to know its there. Let my child run riot in song Let my wife loiter and sing I can't hear them, I can't hear at all Muted bellows, smoke and mirrors xxx Hello to my friends, Hello to all my neighbors I have nothing for you to say I know you despise me Privately, don't mind me, to face I'll cut the loss, either way xxx Throat It closes on approach Drank a heroic dose It shows in how I talk, ever louder No, I won't be your hero Your therapist or prose- Writer, I'll scream ever louder!