bear with me

I thought you were better than that, there are so many bee stings in your effortless shrap-nel. You give it so much danger, but you’re more swerve than swag. I lurch at the hurt you portray when you’re pretending to gag, expressionless switching from riches to rags. A lacklustre pain in the face of a saint, half-class portrait in how you think you’re entitled to take as if it doesn’t matter what you say because you want me to not say. I’ve seen your fate, it’s a poor trade that I can say, you take chances this way and that way, your way and his way, like my way is the low wave and you’re on a high way, when each which way you game play sees you arrive like it’s witch play. Your arrival like you’re a rival, Sir, I’m Survival every damned day. Your mind state’s child’s play while I’m childminding your out stay, your common sense is stale mate. I give you a piece of my mind, you stare back with blind eyes, like you’ve high sight, exchanged hind sight for daylight lies, keep your sighs, and your cries. You’re still centering on yourself when it’s someone else that’s died. You’re wasting, on my time. You’re not mine yet you’re finding heights for me to climb I reach for truth, and you still can’t put your rhymes right or take the time to live your life right, at least try to provide and put up a moral side to the fight, but that’d mean you’d need to think, right? I thought we were tighter than light but I’m tired of your trite tripe professing you’re my contrite tribe, when all you’re here for is paper, and a bit of the unbridled bride side where the dark resides. I see right through you, transparent like the skyline, you’re apparent in the form of a thorn in the devil’s hired sly, your life boat sinks in wide blue lines as you align yourself with beelzebabas, and their gassed up vibes.