rap

***This was an experiment to see how quickly I could come up with a rap***

i get sick of using rhymes

but i get sicker of biding my time

until my cracking mind

collides into another line

and here i am at my feet

screaming never mind

screaming i lost the beat

when i never lost the time

i find it easy to be

stuck in solidarity

swallowing clarity

like it's 90 proof whiskey

vomiting up my soul

all the words i can't let go

stuck inside my skull

with no space to grow

poisoned from the sun

the hollow burning's just begun

because when i rip apart my rhymes

it stops becoming fun

it just really needs to be done

like a bullet from a gun

my words that fire

just transpire

from the clicking on my tongue

the rhythm's not a game

it's just a bullshit way

for me to finally say

that at the end of the day

i don't really know what the hell i'm saying

i'm sick of these games i'm playing

because all the words

that attack me first

are the same words that i'm praying

so i sit quietly on this throne

and ask god to leave me alone

to my thoughts burning my bones

till nothing's left but coal

just quietly recede

into something less than me

then maybe the words

will take their swords

and just let me be fucking free