[Got Life?]

The bare trees cast a masquerade for those portrayed,
In every line that I write as words hide in the shade,
Part of me tries to escape but can't fathom a fate,
Where I don't gra.pple for grapes, it's a menacing trait,
Of life passing me by, I sit back and laugh at the sky,
The laugh turns to a cry-
Perpetually wheezing darts at my head, asking me why?
I'm maskin my pride and basking inside of this casket, I lie.
Such a cackling cry is heard from the window that I can't deny,
Death seems sweeter when you're just waiting to find,
The reason that the demons have escaped with your mind,
It's a jungle sometimes, so I stay devoted to rhymes,
Having seen the path to my crimes followed like mimes-
Upon an invisible wall where i'm clawing and scraping,
Oh I can't take it...fighting against all of the raping,
Meanwhile the guards sit making bets while videotaping,
And it never ends until another throat is wide open gaping,
So my heart keeps escaping, leaving me colder at night,
Yet the gleam of my plight is why they leave me to fight,
Knowing I might, just one day snap and glare at the site,
Of a man laying beneath my perilous right, a heretic's bite,
Because the devil takes flight and gets high off the blood,
As i'm beating dude senseless, the halls start to flood,
To me it's a hollowing thud, that leaves me empty inside,
But my patience resides, in a part of my brain that collides,
With my veins and it thrives off the pain in these lines,
Leaving me waiting to blow like a field full of mines.

It's funny though cause I use to be so patient, I debated,
My actions before acting, unlike those that were sedated,
Yet it didn't matter when I saw him between her knees,
In the next instant she's at my knees, begging please,
But loving her has been my disease, So I think it's swell,
To bury him past the trees, a winterfresh hell-
Of a home, or maybe I should have put holes in his dome,
As my hands grew steadily prone towards making his home,
Six feet deeper-
Motherfuck this cheater, as a frenzy elopes with my mind,
All the work...all the grind...
But if I'd rewind you could hone in on the fact,
That I turned my back, indeed this was my deadliest act,
Leaving no lovers in tact, my life lost meaning and that,
Brings me forth to when I thought I could play with a gat,
But the shells went astray and with that, a little girl died,
It's fucked with my pride...breaking me down,
I can't help it, can't take it, can't stay escaping the crown,
As i'm haunted-
By memories flaunted, of a white dress turning dark maroon,
Enveloping myself in the ever flowing tears of the moon,
So I tried to find God in the midst, but it seems he exists,
Only to people that twist his words and persist.

But loving her has been my disease, So I think it's swell,
To bury him past the trees, a winterfresh hell-
Of a home, or maybe I should have put holes in his dome,
As my hands grew steadily prone towards making his home,
Six feet deeper-
Motherfuck this cheater, as a frenzy elopes with my mind,
All the work...all the grind...
But if I'd rewind you could hone in on the fact,
That I turned my back, indeed this was my deadliest act,

So when I cheated on her...I should have killed myself,
Instead I kept living a lie, let the Karma run dry...
And one day killed an innocent girl,
Who's smile haunts me as her ghost does a twirl....