Lunar Eclipse

The world would rather end me than let me empty my memories

Identity ephemeral like melodies

blowing beneath the Locrian trees

Bloviating hatred, potent ache and ennui

Soulless Zombie,

Won't embrace the sugar coated suicidal proxies

can't escape my conscience

dive deep inside the process

swallow up the trauma just to have a self to esteem

Jealousy is everything to selfishness

Seeping envy like the gangrene is suffocating health again

I want to pour my heart out

Gorgeous how the blood spills and makes a Rorschach test

Watch the war draft this

Infernal paladin, deriving pounds of flesh from all of them

A charlatan, winning over hearts of men

Harlequin performing for an ounce of love

Magic, but magician cut me in half without the dove.

Immolate in self hate, where violation incubates

I had to place the duct tape

over toxic orifice, so I could trap the morbid in

words are like a sword, slices deeper when recording them

Puerto Rican porcelain

Pouring out despondence from the portal

but I had to keep the organs in, until now.

Warden let the prison free

Bars are sickened energy

Scarred, with particular venom from the fickle

my family is a brittle tree

Simply put, I'm whittling my image

carving the bark til the Dog in me is biting through with artistry

Domi-Reversi the Dog, turned into a God

fulfilled the progeny

creative deeds spiral through my seeds like a fractal leaf.

I couldn't rap and stop the bleeding

at the same time, great mind

swallowed by the rage, pain paints a masterpiece

Psilocybin gasoline flooding in the imagery

Profane mind, my napalm grapples with the grape vine

industry would rather see a rapper leave their agony behind

than face the gravity like Dragon Ball Z

designed to get us panicking with pills

we have to be fulfilled by opulence

yet, common sense is wealth, but we can't tell...

until the suicide is evident, right?

Evidence under black light is still evidence, right?

I've been expected to die

People watch to see my demise, I'm embarrassed to try

got a history of lies,

A symphony designed to get rid of me in time

the misery aligns with my injury, a lunar eclipse

spitting destruction from my Apocalypse.