it rains a different color here...

[Abs_inth da prophet]

I picked up a pen that didn’t write in this life..
and held her...
..felt her skin beneath mine...
..
..caressed her shoulders..her neck..
..looked into her eyes...and saw our future..
everything...rotating with the stars..above the passing cars....
...
...and....
..now that our love is broken..

....I breathe life through the eye of a storm...
..a tornado of guilt from chasin the thrill to live..
testing my courage..my faith...my love to fear...
to never make it through the other side alive..
alone in this world as the ink trapped inside...that pen..those walls..
I am..the earth burning stress from pollution in the ocean
crying life on every page..
my time rising in a bubble of strange...pressures...
my patience...flicking the lighter getting closer and closer..
The blood..of a slave in the kitchen of a king...
this is my home and I am all these things
written...


..in the palm of God’s plan..
the penitent man's as constant as the northern star..
going through centuries of legendary....shiit..


...like a Caesar..
if you feel me..
my soul has grown deep
as the rivers of their speech willingly
I am....
...touched....
by the heart of those that turn everything to gold..
my wish is..you all make it in...
...from the greedy cold
temptation..
to concentrate...


when fate is already blessed...
..either this is the beginning of the end...
or the next....


..let it rain..

[Nadira...Rare]

I picked up a pen that didn’t write in this life..
and held her...
..
felt her skin beneath mine...
..
..caressed her shoulders..her neck..
..looked into her eyes...and saw our future..
everything...rotating with the stars..above the passing cars....
...
...and....
..now that our love is broken..
....I breathe life through the eye of a storm...
...
..a tornado of guilt from chasin the thrill to live..
testing my courage..my faith...my love to fear...
to never make it through the other side alive..
alone in this world as the ink trapped inside...that pen..those walls..
I am..the earth burning stress from pollution in the ocean
crying life on every page..
My time rising in a bubble of strange pressures
my patience...flicking the lighter getting closer and closer..
The blood of a slave in the kitchen of a king...this is my home and I am all these things..
written in the palm of God’s plan..the penitent man constant as the northern star..
going through centuries of legendary shiit like a Caesar if you feel me..
My soul has grown deep as the rivers of their speech willingly
I am.....touched by the heart of those that turn everything to gold
my wish...is..you all make it in from the greedy cold temptation..
just to concentrate when fate is already blessed...
..either this is the beginning of the end...or the next..
..let it rain.. I like this I like this a lot

[Abs_inth da prophet]

thanks...

I forgot to adjust it..

[Precious Jade]

man that was nice...dope piece yo!