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Line Of Scrimmage










Line Of Scrimmage





Even after/
The greener pastures/
Have met me, I'm not serene or happy/
But beat and captured/
I need to have a/
Conversation, but not with the people that the/
Voices say to meet and answer/
But with myself, my deceitful candor/
Is a plague that defeats and slanders/
My name, this creature's laughter/
Seems to trample/
Over me, echoes, my ears ringing, battered/
I keep dismantling/
The scenes and tragic/
Moments from the deepest caverns/
In my head, believe me, damn your/
Evil sadness/
And leap with ravaged/
Spirits out of its reach and land firm/
In solid truth/
Not the two/
Things that walk with you/
In stolid youth/
I've got to prove/
To myself the awful boon/
That I'm ignoring/
To conform in/
This oddly sewn/
Distraught removed/
Tarnished room/
Carnage grew/
In me, I'm charred and groomed/
Charged, entombed/
By what my thoughts exhume/
Every part of new/
Days, I'm parched and screwed/
My heart is soon/
To give out/
With droughts/
From this doubt/
And lists found/
From times/
Where I'd/
Exist proud/
A mixed frown/
And smile makes me sit down/
Shit, how/
Did I end up here again, whisked out/
From bliss, ouch/
As I land, crisp, dour/
The mist shrouds/
The reality of this clout/
I trip, clouds/
Cushion me, but just clown/
Me, because they're hollow/
Got no/
Substance, just like the risk I'll/
Take on others, but never personally/
The hurdles and shrieks/
Are murdering me/
Purchasing these/
Bottles of bourbon and sweet/
Wine, burning as we/
Chug them, it's the third in a week/
Milk curdling, clean/
Apartment an occurrence that we'd/
Never work to achieve/
These worsening de-/
Mons burst on the scene/
Eternal and bleak/
I earn to redeem/
Myself for something that we never deserved, obselete/
Portions of my "victim's" like what was burdened on me/
Girls and a sleep-/
Less night repeated, infernal decree/
Dirty and clean/
Simultaneous/
Life is playing its/
Games certain with me/
But I swing away/
And seek the page/
Where I can see the change/
And know I'll be okay/
Deeper strange/
Parts I'm keen to play/
Reach and wake/
Me from my obscenest claims/
Like I'm guilty/
Don't kill me/
With humor, I'm willing/
The shrillest/
Melody to pillage/
The hidden/
Areas of my head that deliver/
Me as my own victim/
I'm billing/
Myself with the realest/
Reality I could listen/
To, come to the line of scrimmage/
Lets begin this/
Cause I'll win it/


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I cant sleep/
Because these damn bleat-/
Ing fat sheep/
Harass me/
With thoughts of home everlasting/
They ask me/
If I'm doubting/
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Er back there or out be-/
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Hands swing-/
Ing grabbing/
Necks to gash and ring/
While attacking/
Panicking/
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And pass weak/
Guards, they cant catch me/
Tragedy/
Befalls actually/
Facts and brief/
Glass meet-/
Ings with a pastor week-/
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