Broken minded

Flow · 01-31-2013, 02:10 PM

Watch it Kid i have a rabid habbit to blast my gasket,
wear a mask of shards of glass, to cover my scarred past bitch,
Carry a basket of broken hearts an dolls, with heads twisted,
quick to display dark arts stick around, i throw quite a picnic.
I dress in bloody vests with barbed wire tied tight around my chest,
use flagellation to best frustrations, though i was never truely blessed.
I never joke but been known to jest, i laugh an cry with fury,
tears of blood make my eyes blurry an stained my skin, like slurry.
My reflection is my best friend - told me i might be sectioned,
But i dont take notice, because hes just my minds invention.
Never sleep im always awake, but thats not how i was made,
took a day to cut out my eyelids, with sharpened razor blades.
I scream with more intensity then a thousand legions burning,
its not a dream, its more my plea, to heal the pain n hurting.
Envision living in vicious prisons, cats hangin of the wall,
pussys slashed, i dont mean pussy gash, there gats lyin on the floor.
My brain contains all the worlds pain, this is called a paradox..
My veins contain all worlds evils, dare you cut open pandoras box?
Tried to sell my soul to the devil, was told its too cold to use,
so cut his throat an for good measure, i cut the boatmans too.
Bathe in innocence and childrens ligaments, then wash myself in soap.
My wickedness is magnificent, you'll struggle to swallow it n you'll choke!
So kid, if you wanna hang with me, make sure you read what I wrote,
Use you head, cus to hang with me, is to hang yourself with rope!

I will return all forms of feed.

01-31-2013, 02:10 PM	#1
Flow Upset Champion Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: West Mids Posts: 3,861 Battle Record: 57-49 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Rookie Tourney - 1-2 Punch League (x2) - Pandemonium Cypher - 1-2 Punch league Season 9 Rep Power: 24894578	Broken minded Watch it Kid i have a rabid habbit to blast my gasket, wear a mask of shards of glass, to cover my scarred past bitch, Carry a basket of broken hearts an dolls, with heads twisted, quick to display dark arts stick around, i throw quite a picnic. I dress in bloody vests with barbed wire tied tight around my chest, use flagellation to best frustrations, though i was never truely blessed. I never joke but been known to jest, i laugh an cry with fury, tears of blood make my eyes blurry an stained my skin, like slurry. My reflection is my best friend - told me i might be sectioned, But i dont take notice, because hes just my minds invention. Never sleep im always awake, but thats not how i was made, took a day to cut out my eyelids, with sharpened razor blades. I scream with more intensity then a thousand legions burning, its not a dream, its more my plea, to heal the pain n hurting. Envision living in vicious prisons, cats hangin of the wall, pussys slashed, i dont mean pussy gash, there gats lyin on the floor. My brain contains all the worlds pain, this is called a paradox.. My veins contain all worlds evils, dare you cut open pandoras box? Tried to sell my soul to the devil, was told its too cold to use, so cut his throat an for good measure, i cut the boatmans too. Bathe in innocence and childrens ligaments, then wash myself in soap. My wickedness is magnificent, you'll struggle to swallow it n you'll choke! So kid, if you wanna hang with me, make sure you read what I wrote, Use you head, cus to hang with me, is to hang yourself with rope! I will return all forms of feed. Last edited by Flow; 06-04-2013 at 11:10 AM.