Swings.
You know it swings; the pendulum of time,
up there, sat upon a variety of decadence and skill -
but when your down and troubled, and that saving;
helping hand is there to guide you, the opposite
side of the pendulum looks bright, and that -
coarse of hatred fades evanescently away.
Transfixed on what hand life will deal me next,
I feel im shrinking - delving into insanity;
where im beginning to surpass the twilight of -
everyday life and become hooked so much on
poverty and sin, and that emotional distress,
That i'm turning into an entranced narcotic.
My plea's falling upon deaf ears, the darkness that
comes with living is looking evermore obsessive.
Through my depression and grief and my -
distillary of thoughts, i am vapidly downspiralling
into the depthly hallows of suicide.
Its beggining to look clear - that i'm going deluded,
but im swinging yet again into a potraying of stenciled dreams.
Where i once looked bleak, i differentiate;
for no longer i squeek... and the untolarble feeling is lifted.
I realise that when substancial equivalents amount,
don't wallow within the shadows nor wield,
make your dementors take the backward step -
for your life is constantly back and forth...
it just simply swings; the pendulum of time.
Work out your salvation without fear of trembling.
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