Malevolent M.c Poems

My footsteps echo off the brown brick tiles,
that arch & bark overhead left to right and down adjacent aisles.
The Construction trades building flowing with stranger traffic,
I scan face to face to find something familiar to grasp at. But Nothing.
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Met a girl so stunning she's got my heart running, with no feet, it's difficult to look at her whenever i speak, i get nervous when she smiles at me, it continues to make a beat that puts butterflies in me.
My heart to start racin in my chest, it's like someone put her here for me just as a test. I get stressed when i try to display my best, this is the only test that i would purposely fail, so i could see her again, talk more in detail,
She's got Brown hair, brown eyes, cute smile, nice height. Just the way i like em, gorgeous in the inside. all that aside, If i could configure the perfect figure, it would be her that i would picture.
She's got a small cold, a soft voice that's filled with sickness, i've heard her before but i've forgotten the difference, i feel relentless, but before i was just tired.. after a long time everything eventually expires.
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19..19...19.. years in the making, her heart is heavy with fear of it breaking.
And every tear is an awakening, it brings it clear that she appears to be taking in by the sight of a girl she doesn't recognize, her own image, how could she forget those eyes, probably because the one that's behind them has grown a little weary of the one who designed em.
All she ever wanted was to feel pretty, she pours pain in her heart till it spills pitty, blind to her own masterpeice, she hangs pictures on the wall of people she'd rather be.
Also blind to her own very common indecision, looking only for first one who fits the envision,
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Verse 1

Yah.... Yah... Yah...
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We all have similar shells that coat our souls, similar sinew and muscle that binds our bones, similar chord's and tissues that float in our throats,
If you dont' agree, it's time to take note, the people you see, every day on the side of street, are taught to think unconciously differently So simplisticly ritualy synthetic
It makes me feel like sometimes, the life we live is pathetic
Looking at nothing beautiful anymore, all aesthetic,
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Verse 1

Aw Man... look at where i am. I've seen this place before, i sculpted it with my hands.
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Sometimes i wish i knew the answers to all questions i have..
take comfort in the things you know, good or bad, because the things you don't can mess with you..
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Ona dark night, i spoke to the dark gods of the sky, who embraced me maliciously in the night while i cried.
They said they'd give me the powers to rhyme, only if i succumb to daemonic possesion of mind.
so when you look at me, and see a mouth, eyes, hands, fingers and toes, teeth, hair, ears cheekbones and a nose, realize that there is a malevolent daemon who coincides with intent to destroy all weak minds that resist and subside.
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Okay, so i'm going to do things a bit here differently, most of us or all of us have given a presentation with powerpoint and a speech.
Though we are people, before we are anything else, i am not bleach.
I don't spill on others and i won't leave a stain, i don't come with something that is considered the same. But in truth, and in the end, i come to deliver releive in a life full of strain.
What i plan to do at this time today, hardly would seem like to the average eye the definition of 'education'.
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