Rome…

Rome wasn’t built in a day so they say

Alone under my quilt am startin to go grey

blown all my chances, heart in disarray

home is where you fart, shit, piss n forever pray

 

layed down pennin out my pain on a Friday

slayed my doubts aint gonna pout aint gonna play

crazy is the shoutin outside that wake me up then

try to get my zeds my heads messed up again

 

perpetually fed up in so many ways

incredibly stressed you see the blood pump my veins

nothing bring zest I just get carried away

take me to the grave before my grey matter strange

 

everything is tame I could say its ok

the thing is I dont wanna be lyin about life

the bite of a spider the blade of a knife

gettin high like space just to pace out my stay

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Hell

it seems life is in the dice of the hands of Satan

I believe my soul is ice from woman and man lost their fate

I dream they never left but in my breath its blatant

I scream when I wake when am facin at the gates

 

o hell or heaven where were racin to at a fast pace

I cant seem to take it steady get ready hate

and some aint gonna wait or be hesitatin at all

am gonna be a devastated delicate fool

 

just the same as ever – many days are straight cruel

I will never be severed of the tears while my heart beats

Aimin to get clever never made it outta school

the years have an art of learnin to make you weak

 

so bleak and gloomy the doom will make you speak

consumed by defeat and the heat of hell

dispellin many myths that were gonna be well

well I guess this is it of all this ish me I can tell

Embrace

My mind is blank and dreary

like a starless city sky

I lay down alone to cry

Single silent solemn tears

 

In life I’ve strived for nearlys

Or not quite yets or nos

I’ve grown lonesome and so low

For my wisdoms stoned the years

 

With regrets and broken promises

Wanting it to break

The cycles of creation

Wilted so the summers roses

 

I’ve lived the devastation

how destruction she disposes

of quiet peaceful places

I seldom would embrace

As spirits bloom

As spirits bloom as will the doom you know

it is so hard to be yourself

As love may come and go to show you woes

I may discard who brings me health

 

As sun or rain or joy or pain will flow

the rivers soaked up by the clouds

and underneath the rain fall worms will grow

to bring the flowers fertile ground

 

The city where I stay she is my cage

she keeps me cosy from the dark

Although the stone and concrete pave the way

to sit and stay and make no mark

 

The hills afar where water scars the earth

is where I’d rather be sometimes

I lack the will to find the thrills to journey

past the urban ways of life

Rising of the Sun

I rise above the shitty streets

I find myself at ease

I’ve had enough of sheer disbelief

I’ve struggled hard to be

and now I see the rising sun

and less I see the moon

the lunatic I had become

unsettling and rude

and down on earth a grounded fool

is me and I may smile

I’ve found my worth and all is cool

and I may stay a while

in love and light and happiness

a life I can well bare

above the spite and bitterness

I’ve freedom of despair

 

The Jesters broken pride…

And you will turn the Jester’s pride

And send him to his death
And you will follow all your lies

Until no truth is left
And you will neck another gin

As mother would have once
And she’ll be gone of all her sin

You’ll laugh at just a dunce
A Jester once who made them laugh

And spread the smiles of joy
A broken heart a lonely art

All but a broken toy
And sing to you in fragile voice

A victim of a queen
Once just as you who made a choice

To ruin all his dreams