Hunting For Thrills: Canvas of a Madman
I bleed the eternal ink of tainted poetry as I think
Blink & this colonel's painted thoughts are fired to a beat
Retreat as my words bring death to life on a canvas of meat
Defeat’s the only option when evil’s pushed to its brink
Synced images of torture invade the idle mind when I rhyme
Crime scenes are blocked-off; on the spot body parts were lopped-off
Mock troughs are filled w/the entrails of swine from the pigs that I scoff
Coughs of red death spew forth as the squeals reveal the source of true grime
Nine mils of standard issue, no amount of tissue can clean face
A mean place where you’re just street waste in a rat race with Babylon
Babble on, as I dabble in your blood while the battle’s on
Prattle drawn & tight, your mindless dribble adds hue to a colorless space
Embrace the might of cold steel with surgical skill while ancestry spills
n’fills a blank canvas with your life’s creation, a true damnation
Realization comes at an orgasmic pace, a true climax of sensation
Presentation’s the key to my art, but a cops last grin's………………….
………..........what keeps the beat in my heart, when I’m hunting for thrills