Why’s it so hard to see what I have ahead of me
Caught up chasing fallacies of who I’m supposed to be
Can’t let you get close to me I fear what this life brings you see
I can’t see you hurt for me I’d rather accept all the heat
Glutton for tragedy
Trite what we have to be
Honestly what they want to see
Ducking all of the atrophy
That come with remaining still
Calm as the waters so crystal clear why I’m haunted
I neglected persona
Non grata on the mirages
Subliminally I’m conscious
I’m deeper in subconscious
Anima in the Animus
Cool days cannot aid us
Bands upon our hands
The binds falling with time
Could tik until it talks
To your shadows as you walk
Along paths littered in scarlet hues
Who chose to misuse?
Watch again I’ve seen through
The opaqueness in our views
Transfer translucence
Onto who’s who and perhaps
You’ll see through it
The only object is you.
About the Creator
Kuro Seijaku
“Kuro Silence (Seijaku) is a rapper/producer from Baltimore, Maryland. From trap to experimental, Kuros work defies normative currents of Hip-Hop’s soundscape with his work ethic and forays into Hip-Hop’s many sub-genres.”
-Channel10 Podcast
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The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
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I love seeing! Good work!