Advertise Here
Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5
Numb

Numb

A Poem by Chaos Complex

I'm intoxicated-

Not on alcohol but with anger.

Caution signs up, wear a hard hat cause I'm a danger.

My rhymes are sweet- take this candy from a stranger.

Birth of a savior, like my raps were born in a manger-

But far from a virgin, must have had darkness merge in.

Now I'm purging all my enemies/ militantly.

It's like I got Metal Gear's Snake with me.

Stealth season should have taught em about the way I'm creeping up,

And killing the game, after torturing it hand-cuffed/

To my bed,

With a Walmart bag over it's head/

And distributing cigarette burns over her legs.

They say I'm sick, like I got a cold, and that I'm crazed,

But I swear I'm feeling top class, like a nerdy Asian kid with A's.

Society just hates me cause I can read between the lines and stay hard as onyx.

You f*****s can't understand? This is your new hooked on phonics!

Study this s**t and understand that you're just a number,

And they want your social security and work you into an eternal slumber.

Wake up sleeping beauty, quit being a lazy b***h- that's tasteless.

And do something to better your life instead of lay there wasted.

My f*****g fire is alive, you can feel it's eminence-

But most of these jerk offs only see ignorance.

If I lived the way you depicted me to-

I'd probably have killed myself,

That's why I said, "F**k em!"

And succeeded where I should have failed!

I banged that b***h called life-

I got it nailed.

I'm killing these kids all day.

Hunger Games: I'm winning that s**t like I got a pendant with a Mockingjay!

So while you all stay plugged in, I'm AFK,

IDGAF, so you can suck my dick with no JK.

Hell, if I gave a damn, I couldn't go H.A.M.,

That's why my lyrics stay kicking like Jackie Chan.

Yet, fly like Han Solo.

And I believe in reincarnation,

So F**K DRAKE AND F**K #YOLO.

I'm traveling all these realms like a spiritual hobo,

Looking like the living dead in photo's,

Cause they said hip hop was deceased,

But if that's true- why can a psycho like me create a lyrical masterpiece?

Oh, no bro...

I think my kindness gave up...

Someone sew my mouth shut,

Cause I'm about to spew another feeling-hurting rant about how you suck...

Numb nuts.

© 2012 Chaos Complex


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

318 Views
Added on April 7, 2012
Last Updated on April 7, 2012

Author

Chaos Complex
Chaos Complex

FL



About
I like to express my emotions and feelings in poetry. I write a lot of rap/hip hop stuff. I'm really vulgar. Deal with it. I don't get many reviews, but thank you to those who even bother to re.. more..

Writing