• Damien

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    Inspiration

    Sometimes inspiration comes faster and faster
    I'm sprouting words, like I'm a poetic Jedi Master
    Some words I hold on to, words that I keep
    and just leave hidden in my mind's sleep.
    Others I release and they can cut deep
    or they can heal, cause words are real.
    Those are the words that make people feel.
    Words are letters that evoke feeling and,
    to type them down is like poetic healing.
    I'm sometime typing words like I'm insane,
    like my mind is a a rollercoaster, a lyrical express train.
    But my inspiration doesn't always with me stay,
    and then I'm just silent. Got nothing to say.
    I am certain however inspiration always comes back
    It never fully goes away, keeping me ever on the right track.

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  • Damien
    I represent

    I am thin, I am thinner than most
    I'm thin as a muthafucking ghost
    Now you see me now you don't
    When I'm gone, see me you won't
    I am here, I am there, I am fucking
    everywhere. My lines are killing
    words I'm spilling, like a rain from
    the sky to the ground. Now you
    have my secret words found and
    I'm some times borrowing, not stealing
    My words express certain feelings.
    Some come from me, others are
    sent. It doesn't matter. It's me
    they represent.
  • Damien

    This is the reason
    leaving hell is treason
    It's never outta season
    So you wanna leave you say?
    Discomfort in hell but you gonna stay
    Blink blink your eyes, make it go away, pray
    Pray in hell to a god that doesn't listen
    You ain't leaving, nothing you are missing
    Everything is muthafucking here, and hell to you
    Is so dear besides, you got got this fear of leaving
    And what's outside? You never even tried so stay
    Went to hell before you was born and remained until you died

  • Damien
    Days in Hell

    In hell the days go by
    Why are we in hell, why?
    To leave hell we could try
    In hell we don't want to stay,
    we say every fucking day
    Yet, we never leave...
    We remain in hell,
    and we motherfucking grieve.
    Tick, tick, tock,
    tick on the infernal clock
    Tommorrow it'll change,
    we always say...
    Isn't it strange?
    But change it never does.
    Hell owns you, me,
    us.
  • Damien
    My methlab isn't real

    That smell you smell,
    it isn't real.
    There's no methlab in
    my apartment concealed.
    No such thing you should assume,
    just because of some toxic fumes.
    So relax and accept this shit,
    all I do is 100% legit.
    And if you again complain,
    I'll just say you are insane.
  • Damien

    I don't have to stay here I can leave
    Set my sails for any place my mind can conceive
    Why shoud I stay when I can go even though I know
    It probably never will be so, I got this urge to fly
    And I know it ain't worth much but at least I tried
    When reach that other shore, return I shall nevermore

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