Lyrical Disection

I wish I could write something deep
Deeper than the oceans
and trenches that lie beneathe.
Just bathe in the sand
feeling rocks infultrate my clothes
an fall through my hands
My skin
and flesh.
Just break away.
And feel the salt burn for a moment.
As ugly prey come by for a visit
their tongues and teeth like flames.
I guess I'm the only one to blame.
for this anger.
This hatred
The space in my heart
its a start to part
 the seas that lie
 beneathe me.
Around me.

I have to face it
Open my eyes and feel the burn
of their moths pressed against me.

It's survival time.
Greasy fingers don their
greasy spines.
You've fed my frankenstien.
This monster
this rage,
this space
in my heart
cause by the one and only
Isn't it a lonely feeling?
Stealling the slow slumbering hearts
of the unborn?
They're just fetuses.
Yet you've shut down each robotic sequence.
because youre selfish..
SO, I must finde my life..
IT's savage time.

It's nasty.
Almost seductive.
But not reproductive,
or reproduced
I'm the first to introduce this shit.
And you said
"white girls can't spit."
I spit the truth.
I"m ruthless.
It's brutal.
I needed a different lattitude.
But now i've got attitude.
My foots down
I've scared all these fragile fish away.
And the sand is here to stay.
The comforting burning is lying beneathe the seas.
There's no more marsh.
And there's more salt
and sand.
burning for revenge.
The enemy is HE.
.

Let's go somewhere
you never looked.
Dont worry, they're all just meat hooks

Inside my mind
where my nightmares are real.
Where savages run and hide
where my intellect resides
and you'll never escape

You wont survive

no one gets out alive.

I've shed my skin again.

my scales,
cos I am no frail fish.

Beauty is just a point of veiw.