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    Thread created on 00:30:23 - 10/10/21 (3 years ago)
    Write on this as a canvas
    Weight on my shoulders like Atlas,
    Pressure on me to reform
    But my struggles carry on
    Pen Check, Dash Dot,
    Mind Check, Blank, what?
    Mic Check, One Two,
    Time stamp? New You

    I have been a constant stream of reinvention
    Repurpose my own image, til it's worth is worth no mention
    Finding myself newly chewed out from my racing mind
    Is leaving all my reasons vague and piled up by the side

    Am I really where I want to be if I am always striving?
    Out there finding short-cuts leads me to avenues of skiving
    And the questions of my current state will only leave my thriving
    So generate a state of mind that you can feel alive in

    My faith is in my family, my faith is in my friends
    The ones I count on one hand
    I'll be with them till the end
    Those that I would serve time for
    Put my life on the line for
    My love goes out to Salford
    The real ones I adore

    Write on this as my canvas
    Weight on my shoulders like Atlas,
    Pressure on me to reform
    But my struggles carry on
    Pen Check, Dash Dot,
    Mind Check, Blank, what?
    Mic Check, One Two,
    Time stamp? New You

    In my time in school I was skinny and unsure
    And people took advantage of me cos I was insecure
    I used to dream about the day that I would mess my bully up
    Really take them to the deep end, smash his face in with a club
    Then I saw him one day, he was getting on the bus
    His newborn son was with him, and he really showed them love
    Then I felt to myself what the f**k is this all for
    A hate that's generated and it's left me feeling sore

    Left me feeling sour
    An anger, with no power
    Want to run away from it all
    I was sick of feeling small

    Write on this as my canvas
    Weight on my shoulders like Atlas,
    Pressure on me to reform
    But my struggles carry on
    Pen Check, Dash Dot,
    Mind Check, Blank, what?
    Mic Check, One Two,
    Time stamp? New You
    Last edited by TonyCream on 11:21:07 - 10/10/21 (3 years ago)

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