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HasNoChanceWitAmille
Join Date: May 2004
Posts: 1,360
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9. You're Naughty Nebzer explain your life. *wink wink*
[the real story]
basically, my life sucks, livin up to the expectation of others,
Sleepin under blanketless covers tryin to pray to recover.
Peepin out the window I see death within my future,
Frequent in a pillow that seems set in a computer.
The one i type on 14 hours a day, I'm a coward in flames,
No girl, car, house, money, friends..or the power to stray...
away from this reality, crowdin my outer boundaries,
As a formation of hope that doesnt exist surrounds me.
Not ready, tell church im drunk...the truth is all my rstl verses suck,
Internally...I'm a village without safety, outward im modest, repell dirt to dust...
because my solid hell's worse enough, life a sonnet of decay,
light is carnage from the flames and sunshine is dawnin on my day.
Mind as complex as is plain..but im lost from my own skin,
droppin a gold hymm.....which was the last joy that crossed my old chin.
And everyday I wake from the shadows...Radiance is diceased,
With a grave out back that remains in place of my cheeks.
Once had a wife to be named tasha, awedishin was my best man,
we would have endless fun, n even listen thru our web cams.
The wedding was set, invitations mailed,
But the chapel must've been written plain in brail...
was so close i could feel it, jus never could see it in my mind,
Due to my fiancee and best friend and the diseases that went by.
So i became addicted to the computer, no pyschologist could see...
the reason why this position of fate came to be.
Said i was a Unique case, why waste my days in a private place..
with no face to look at that I can touch and even taste.
As the months went by, the sicknesses grew worse,
N soon the only love i had were the remanents of her corpse.
Cried for 7 days and 7 nights, heaven rapin any might...
I had stored in me, now im virtually meant to break in dreaded fright.
Another 2 weeks passed, and on awedishin's screen i see a flatline,
Why did a splicing of missery hafta occur at an equally as sad time.
No1 left in my life, no clone, drugs, or known hugs could settle the hieght..
Of my emotional crash broken in half into slow dug holes entered in site.
So i surrendered my pride, My addiction with the computer grew,
And soon the only people i knew were yellow figures in crucial slews.
I began rapping...postin...perhaps devotion kept me active..
as a user..i then became a mod..-- constantly my fingers tappin.
The keys of life are a mirage, my plees and cries in a garage..
brainwashed my past into thinkin its freezed with ice and then was thawed.
Only to go bad, im unknowingly nomad...channelin web addresses,
Dismantlin heads and necks with verses to cause panic in every message.
yet theres a stammer in every sentence, the sharp jolt of history,
Giftedly imagin the imagery is a direction of painful energy.
The cold air knockin at my window as I'm parked at the nintendo,
Ignorin it all along, when finally I'm marked within its signal.
I realize the computer's never been sacred, n my sentiment's fadin,
into a distance with a transparent horizon whom's memory betrayed it.
Starin at the keyboard n monitor, confused at the glare,
usually i'd stare by im brutally aware of the movies in there.
I take a second, then collapse in shock...my eyes circle thru massive locks,
And then i realize...the only love i ever had was mac n' tash.
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erased tha sig, who wanna face the ill...
-est to ever retrace ya face in brail for thinkin u can break my skill.
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05-30-2004, 09:51 PM
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