I am being choked
from the shadows
by me, evoked
in my mind killing me
with verbal suicide
telling me things
to bring me down
and make feel me low
but only in dark times
can an evil child grow
tho progression is slow
leave him alone, let him go
just kill him with your words
planned out and said
beat him to a bloody pulp
with lyrical knifes and verses to the head
that destroy his humanity
killing or causing insanity
till he's got no life left
nothing left to hide
just drowning in a pool
of verbal suicide
Wow i really like this,
you could think of it in two ways,
either its others verbally bring you down or your own thoughts gettin you down. Sometimes i sit in my room thinking about everything making my self feel small, but anways. I really like this alot.
=] nice poem
xx