Two Sides of me (Song i wrote)

Basically this song compares me and my alter ego (Xavier Fox) in one lyrical battle.

I'm not blind at all, I choose not to see.
I close my eyes and wait for someone smart to rescue me
But do they rescue me? Or simply become part of the problem?
Not many try because my saws of chains scared them often.
I walk this path self-blindfolded
Looking at the past i molded.
Look at all the people i showed that
I could face the devil and all my boulders.
And as i grow older, i begin to realize
I could've made it, I could've prevented my demise.
But i fueled my hate with blood from my skin
A boiling liquid, heated by the metal pen that i grip.
As it rolls across my skin, i was close to signing with it.
Then i realized i could write alone, Then i went supersonic with it.
Threw the pen away, took the pain away, made myself stay away
From the hate of Satan, Get my grip, Dragged myself to the gates.
Apologize for my lies and for my signs of wanted demise
Beg to forgive all my sin and hate that was born in disguise.
I wanted a talent but i didn't want this size.
There's a little boy in my heart, and alone, he cries.
(Chorus)
Let me out of this dark place, let me wake up
Get me out of this small space, Pick the weight up.
I Need to pick up my pace, but it's too heavy.
Maybe my evil twin could have a hand to fetch me?
All these voices in my head won't tell me that i'm dead.
But it's all done and said, The dark is all well and fed.
I bet I'm more insane that you would ever expect?
Let me switch heads and see which opinion you like best.
(Chorus)
I'm the 4th level of the devil but the 1st of the best.
I conquer all competition but still i lay here in rest.
There's blood on the dance floor, my suicide stays in silence.
A dead bouncer on the fountain who tried banning me for violence.
Inside is what you don't want to see, outside is the same.
Both ways are demonic, It's comical as i conquer this game.
Comical insanity, Slaughtering all anti-profanity.
If they survive they are amputees and if not that, vegetables Screw judgement, i'm a cannibalistic mystic
Is it wrong to you or are you just pissed you missed it?
I know there's a target on my head, i painted it myself.
I know i'm an lyrical artist, i got fresh blood for health
I read the secrets of my alter ego, locked on the shelf
Turns out I'm the bad guy, who makes himself write
Lies and vile lines about wives and inside kids who both die?
Oh my, it's wise not to comprise an end to my violence
It's a vibe, a strong hive the size of two full Best buys
I wanted a talent but i needed a bigger size.
There's a little boy in my heart, and alone, he cries.

(Chorus)

Author's Note

This is some of my best work...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You need to use verbal poetry. Hearing the Poet's voice give strength and purpose to the poetry. I like the poem. It need voice and music. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote