Good shit pain, but here goes nuffin…
"Mr. Dave Bell"
By Eye-Rime
. . .
Rain drops fall from Heaven parallel to my tears
Skin pressed up to the pane, watching hell interfere
So often the evil whispers, but I repel with my ears
Privately, I pray to God, though he seldom can hear
And then at times, I feel as though my melon is clear
Opening lips, only to speak a silent yell to my peers
Have I failed in my years? I often ask the question
Thinking back at my life and of my past aggression
Was past depression, cos if I’d looked past perception
Maybe I would've seen it and surpassed deception
But life's fast progression blurs the rest in its path
Leaving my cheeks wet and pressed to the glass
My methods were mad; ten years from this moment
That day in my ma’s garage and the fear of her knowing
I remember me holding my dick and then…
Me pretending I knew of which hole I would stick it in
Glowing with innocence, I got my shoes and adjusted
Chest crushed and heart racing cos I knew I had busted
Confusion combusted my brains; my past was distorted
When after 3 years she told me that she had an abortion
It staggered my Forces; my jacket changed to a casket
Walking with hell, my heart was nearly mangled to ashes
I was lost; my feelings started rearranging the madness
Contemplating death by seeing my feet dangle in flashes
But pain is elastic, and I kept it moving of course
Always knowing I felt the evils, but refusing the source
Illusions would force me into a deep sweat in the night
Shaking in satin sheets while laying next to my wife
No direction in sight
So I wiped my head with my sweaty hands
Praying to end my life until he gave me a second chance
And now that I have a meaning and my future awaits me
I sit at the windowsill thinking, “Why does He hate me?”
Picturing the face and beautiful eyes of my daughter
I wouldn’t trade her for the world if God decided to barter
I thought I had found my purpose, so profound and perfect
But after I heard the news, I just pulled down the curtain
It sounded certain, I wouldn’t even be around to birth it
Thought I escaped my evils... but I've found the serpent
My frown was worth it, as I dwell over safe sex…
The glass fell, and then my blood and brains fell on her face next
Glancing up at the window and watching my body hang
Still holding her ears shut from the sound of the shotty’s bang
And in my last seconds, I heard a yell as the page fell
Which read, "Sorry, we mixed your results with a Dave Bale"
. . .
The End.