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The trail is a trodden path, lost in a optics grasp
skills that became formulated on a thoughtless mass
decorated by memorials, hung to dry on the towel rings
the bath tub of death, soaks into the night, howling....
echoes, the hallways generate candle lit spectres
you can feel the pressure slide down your back a heckler
reminding you of a passion lost in the moments of growth
especially when pictures fall and mirrors shatter, a omen to folks
see the faccade carries on as a child to a mentor's "no"
he touched the heat, let it go, in pain rushed to the winter's snow
buried his marks deep, but as the night fades so does description
a prisoner convicted by affliction, dedicated to foul indictions
a man that became the villian, as his chair fell back, his feet risen
the resin of the mind was scrapped out, as the world faced doubt
they said he made rounds, but never gave a damn for God's sake...
now.....his grasp with held the monotony, it was a cold cluth
realizing the wrong he has done, he left his mind smoked up......
so was the madness a dream? or was it just a piece sewn up
could the killer be a man, who found his wife with his own blood?
or was he certainly mad, and could no longer deal with the unknown
thus......the story continues of life in this world that tries to console us

and so goes the dastard's deeds
a man who foiled up mastered dreams
saw no tomorrow.....alas....we believe









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The trail is a trodden path, lost in a optics grasp
skills that became formulated on a thoughtless mass
decorated by memorials, hung to dry on the towel rings
the bath tub of death, soaks into the night, howling....

Good First Bar To me..... First line Of The Second Bar Looked Like U Tried to Keep It Flowing Then The Second Line U Thought Of Some Thing ...Descent

reminding you of a passion lost in the moments of growth
especially when pictures fall and mirrors shatter, a omen to folks

Good Imagery

buried his marks deep, but as the night fades so does description
a prisoner convicted by affliction, dedicated to foul indictions

U Were in The Zone There

so was the madness a dream? or was it just a piece sewn up
could the killer be a man, who found his wife with his own blood?

WtF...Wit The Shock Treatment

Over All This Was A Dope Piece... Things Done Died Thus Far And This A Peep Worthy Verse... U Be Deep Till It looks Like U Write n Wake Up.... Imagery Was Good And I Felt A Dark Tone Vibe From Reading This Piece... Good Technical And Bla Bla...Fell Off Here n There ...What Ever...Nice Drop

I liked this flow even though i didnt know what the whole idea or point was
The vocab was sick though the whole thing had a kinda graveyard feel to me wich i like
Had a good enough flow to keep me readin with an abstract style