Two roads, one loveTwo different peopleMore Like This
Two different souls
Two different hearts
Two different roads
One goes to left
Another goes right
One chooses death
Another takes life
Two different worlds
Two different minds
Two different goals
Two different lives
Two roads that were never meant to cross
Crossed in love, pain, happiness and loss
Two hearts that were never meant to love
Lost in the feelings of one another's world
Combined in one love…
Heartless Ways Chapter 2Scarlet now leaned back in the seat of her car rubbing her hands on the wheel knowing what she just did. She had done it before it's just every time she did do it, it made her jittery. What did she do for a living?More Like This
Assassinated people that her father wanted taken out, or any other job he asked. But her main thing was for killing. By now she had been killing for about three years. Her first kill was when she was fourteen years old. By then she was an accomplished fighter, not as much as she was now but deadly, the main reason why was because no one would think it was a woman in the first place and not for how old she was.
Marie, her mother, died from breast cancer when she was five years old. When she was ten she knew how to defuse a bomb by her father, pick locks, even pick pockets. From there on out she just got more in depth in training with her father and men he hired in the Mafia. At the age of seventeen her father had made her into a killing machine almost. Most of her heart had b
Self ControlShot after shot.More Like This
One mixed drink after another.
I drown myself in a bottle of vodka.
Hoping to maybe,
Not give a shit anymore.
I feel nothing though.
Dad was an alcoholic.
Maybe I have his high tolerance.
What's wrong with me?
Why do I desire more?
I want it to stop.
But am I like him?
Am I like my dad?
The man who I fear the most.
Still feel nothing.
Nothing but sadness,
And self anger.
"One more shot"
I keep telling myself.
I've said that,
Maybe 5 times now.
Self control is the key,
Take that key to unlock this craving.
Wait, I feel something.
It's too late now.
Free Spirit Fail SafeMore Like This
Unhinged, the floodgates collapse
The waters weighed so heavily on them that in the dark of night
do they unwillingly liberate the transparent stillborn
unto the dry soil once adjacent to the gates.
Two clocks tick, their gears turning at the uneven tempo
Unwound, rusting to a screeching halt on the command of the flood.
Time stops at the hinder, And neutrality dies on impact.
What a sight as I close my eyes,
Late at night when energy dies.
Taken to flight my psyche then flies.
Do as one might, the cold sweat brings about my cries.
Fighting my fight, in where my imagination lies
The withered flowers ashen and in bloom
Be my soul to cower, from the ever impending doom.
Two clocks tick, one my own and the other my fate.
The flood arrives to consume
and to the end does the time die and go black...
Open my eyes to the dark if night
An abyss before me to lay back down...
down where the floodgates come unhinged
and my imagination lies.
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t