Sit and listen in rapture as I attempt to capture your attention with my lyrical rhapsody
mouths shut, all eyes on me please
no distractions as I spill these words that bleed, my thoughts and actions in the lines that you read
No hope left as I choke out my emotions in this prose
all those who have come before me? I'm hurt worse than those
Your pain cannot compare to mine, and let me explain why
when these same words have been used a thousand times
just rearranged in someone else's rhyme
I will spin these words into a new form that has never been heard
turn round and flip all those suffering the bird
cos they cannot begin to understand the depth of my work
its more than anguish dripping from my every verse
Its your pity I want, your love and adoration
I want you awed by my poetic masturbation
This is more than self flagellation its a blatant bid for your adulation
My outpourings more than just life's lesson, more than a story about childhood repression
sit patient as I feign manic depression whilst really its just an expression
of my need to be noticed, I hope this wont miss the mark
just me trying to prove i'm all emotional and dark
So here's my take on the bleeding heart poetry,
get ready to grab your ankles and call me daddy cos i am gunna f**k you up emotionally
and maybe a little bit anally but anyway do I have your attention
you liking my rhythmic variation? bit different from what's produced by most the nation
Hop aboard as i pull into the "im fucked up" railway station
Or leave it behind and go find something worth reading
stop writing this s**t, i could write it whilst sleeping
im not doing a good job of getting across my meaning
what im trying to say is the whole world is screaming
and the only sound we can hear is the sound of our own voices
stop being a sheep go make your own choices