Have you ever felt suicidal? Like when you lost to ya rival? The Devil on your shoulder saying that the darkness will hide you? A sweet escape from reality and all the problems that bind you? Immense sorrow from the pain of losing one that would guide you? Mother or a Father or maybe a friend you can no longer say hi too? Moral of the story, yes let's get back to topic, when the darkness over flows and you don't have enough light to stop it. When is enough enough? Do I slit my wrist and laugh or do I pick myself off the ground, foot in my ass? When the battles almost over and you can see you haven't won do you run onto your own sword or pull out another gun? question is do you fight or do you give up and run? A coward might survive but he has to live with what he's done. But he gets to live? I guess that's all that matters, at the end of the day it's only his heart that is shattered, and when his mind breaks, when he's sitting beaten and battered, will he reach for that same blade and end this fluffing disaster.
I mean it's a little on the dark side but it's better than talking about getting hoes and dealing drugs. It has an actual meaning/story to it. Well done
Damn hun, just wow. This was amazing. People like me wait to see poetry like this. Good job boo. Really.