A keystyle...
the night so silent
turn me into a rose
i want to be beautiful
i want...
a blunt to my
black lips
a lost
street poet
i speak to myself
at times
and curse the fallen stars
that glides
through the purple skies
a rose i wish to be
i want to be something beautiful
to those who are able to see
i want them to smile at me
**** dead souls
and the looks of agony
call me Narcissus...
turn me into a flower
from an image of harmony
turn my body into
a stem
my scars wil be
my thorns
my roots are my past
my daughter is my seed
i will live through when i'm gone
a flower
i want to be
nobody shall
step on me
when they see the beauty in me
Narcissus
I saw my vision
Before my BIRTH
That was when I was a star in the skies
beforeI became
My mothers REMORSE
A flower is all i want to be...
the night so silent
turn me into a rose
i want to be beautiful
i want...
a blunt to my
black lips
a lost
street poet
i speak to myself
at times
and curse the fallen stars
that glides
through the purple skies
a rose i wish to be
i want to be something beautiful
to those who are able to see
i want them to smile at me
**** dead souls
and the looks of agony
call me Narcissus...
turn me into a flower
from an image of harmony
turn my body into
a stem
my scars wil be
my thorns
my roots are my past
my daughter is my seed
i will live through when i'm gone
a flower
i want to be
nobody shall
step on me
when they see the beauty in me
Narcissus
I saw my vision
Before my BIRTH
That was when I was a star in the skies
beforeI became
My mothers REMORSE
A flower is all i want to be...