Flop - Artist

"Alright, yo up, man?"

"yeah"

"then listen to me, i've got much to get myself bled in

am no sinner but the world got me sinned

sinful soul i'm.. 

living behind the four-walls with the dust of disgust, i'm dreamed...

of success but success has walked on by me..

..since long. Fruitful days got nothing on fruitful years

so now am homed, but also gone... 

being lost somewhere in the mid-east-town of darkness,

whatever i've had once in life's turned to a cause to my lonesomeness cos..."

pause

(Abraham stops... )

"what happened, man... why you stopped? i wanna listen to you? you sound so cool.

i gotta listen to you, man. Listening to you makes me feel sane. i guess, you got me drunk with 

the intoxication of miserably manifested words. The paradox of life's what everyone's 

being stuck in but you, my friend, sound like a real motherfucker bad-ass speaking the 

hunger of your desperate heart to have everything cursed, so let it come out, man. 

Let it bleed, let your words, thoughts, feelings, love, misery and what else...?

.. just let it stream down the strings - narrow meanderings of your words," Abraham's spirit hustles him to let things come out that have been stuck deep inside of his heart since the night he revealed the true colors of world.

"yo man, you wanna listen to me? nobody listens to me. They say, i'm stupid, why would you want to

hear me? i got nothing to give you in return but pain - the disgust of my dreadful past & am sure, you'll have a plethora of rotten tomatoes to throw right at me, at face to have my mind stunned & mouth shut the hell up! I'm no fool in nursery school, man. I'm done...

gonna back to reality, no matter how harsh, dark and fucking desperate it is! I'm done here, man," Abraham starts pacing toward the stairs but his mirror re-calls him back with the voice of ache &... 

"..alright, you wanna listen to me? is that what you want? Cool. you got it! Am on!" Abraham shouts at his reflection; yelled at his own spirit looking deep in the eye of mirror.

(and with an end of mid-dew, he continues... )

"... being lost somewhere in the mid-east-town of darkness,

whatever i've had once in life's turned to a cause to my lonesomeness cos...

...

               ... cos, the time's gone, life's done

lost in obscurities, i see, night's hummed

morrow gives no clue,

sitting in wrecked chair, i'm called blue

words dripping down in pages, tears wiping its hue

spiral pages gone burnt up in flames... 

& i into ashes... with an every end of mid-dew.

Time's gone, life left lone

being stuck with sicked-memories, i forlorn 

books keep me sane, but not every time

my past arriving back to me & i deporting to 'nutter night

with the dust of disgust, you know, am being hushed

by my own killer hands, i stabbed the mirror, gone crushed."

"... became victim by my past, victimized spirit i become

hi holy traitors,

bring me hardcover books... & hardcore ladies with a glass of rrr.. rum

i'm in a need to make your mothers, wives & daughters moan-cum-high-hum!!" 

he shows middle finger to the world.

Hola! 

looking at into smashes pieces of mirror, he spells... 

".. i smirked at my life - being lost in gee night

i remember once you shrugged at my words

but today, even the world entwined."

My time's gone, am being homed

hiding behind four-walls, i turned to bloodsucking-worm..

in the tomb of misery, xcross the walls of hate, i dang roamed

looking every time "me" in the mirror, 

i running so far from me, wondering if i'd never born?

Now he speaks to his spirit, "you know what,

i broke the mirror with the same hand i do write 

chandelier fell down on my body with the shudder i hived 

O' the words strewn ov'r life with misery of stunned night

& i'm cried!

every broken piece of my body calling someone, i recall

nobody coming to my way but the past at nightfall

how fast i turned to a kid, kid to man & a man to grown shit,

i can never ever understand nor underestimate what i damn bleeped

yeah, i lied to people i dang met in my past

my past's fucking gone, but why these-those-sicked people still left long-last?" (Damn!)

The memories of my past is now future of my present

present got nothing on my future

but my future got everything on my present!!

eh yo, every single time i tryna show what i gotta show, people turn their faces away off me

& i look up in the sky like my naivete snatched by "ME!"

i wish, if someone'd be there to embrace me tight,

but the reality says something different, yeah i wasted my time...

running after people who'd never give a damn 'bout me

so it makes me wonder, "why i even.. 

ran after 'em, what brought me doing so?" And, the next moment, i come to understand that

oh that's life and life has dual faces so now i flip the linguistics, eh yo,

" yeah, i'd waste the time my life'd bring me dang once

now am shattered into pieces, people calling me dunce..."

Hearing this, everything goes quiet around the place, but the buzz of thoughts keep chanting..

xcross the walls of his mind, "i needa breakthrough it, but HOW? And.. guess what...?

"...the voice of breaking-mirrors &.. 

the thunder of...

shattered floors'd reverberate around the floors 

stairs go misplaced of its position &...

the book-shelves i hit with the fist, go crushed by doorknobs."

"What a crap!" Hi Haters!!

once i'd show off, shoved up everything i'd got

nobody cared of my stuffs cos my attitude had me soaked 

now i got nothing on the world that's why my image's dang cropped

i'm "Flop-Artist" swinging in the world... 

have never ever have i been so high, but now my past has me feel dope-d!

"so, what's next? isn't it whatcha wondering for?"

well, let me tell yah something more

that you ain't so aware of.

Allow me to explain you what's been unexplained since long...

"... like a drunk monk i damn sunk in the ocean of wine

wine ain't prime so i drawn in own life

darken-nights i passed throu' but never looked back 

now am pulled back in reality & everything loomed heck.

Ah! i scream so loud, but nah, you can't hear me, nahh No's!

my voice's audible to y'all bitches but you ignore it, i know

Hi y'all unidentified son of all unconscious Pro's-Ho's,

naah, i ain't count ya in my friends but in the vow-woes of foes!"

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Abraham embraced reality & his.. 

spirit gone lost...somewhere in the misery of nights with hurt cos...

FLOP---ARTIST is just a dust of past that has no room, no space in the doom of hearts.

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