Solidus Confinement

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Solidus Confinement
-A decaying night

1st- Angkor
2nd- Storyteller aka Ha' Rizon
3rd- Soul Slayer


Hank Ludwick
Eyes awake to a shimmer, dimmer that be the light
Needed to guide my eyes, one livid reason to fight
Darkness will swarm around, greet murkiness with a might
Survival under the moon, it’s full to shine through the night
A battle compatible to rattle minds, well defined
As schizophrenia twisted with hallucinated minds
Confined to a tiny room in jackets looking through the blinds
Declining exquisite visits from incomparable kinds
Now wandering through a forest, smashing branches and leaves
Starry skies up above, and shadows you won’t believe
I slowly creep past the trees, I plead to exit this maze
Correct direction unsure as it lures an oncoming craze

"As the night spewed wild embers,
Flashing as powdered particles; descended.
The moon lit bright,
A certain path to no where"

Hank the Tank
Molding clanks that shank the banks of my outer mind,
Slandering tanks of thanks that Hank couldnt identify.
Irate prose with a nose sniffing close; blood of civilization,
Mending pros with con lows growing holds as truth is evasive.
So he snapped from crack that people cap as a peaking tantrum,
Vast figures that laugh and mask mankinds sanctum.
The norm is not to swarm as global warns this generation,
Lodging thorns through our sores with seeping pores; radiation.
So with that said it's my test to manifest a readers perspective,
Accolade the best thoughts that caresses bleeders to neglect this.
Feed the poor that adores concrete floors and dirty mouths,
Because the door from which we're born swore it's our way of getting out.

"He spoke with a gentle tongue,
But his words corrupt; blew bullet wounds
Through insanity, talking and screaming.
-At himself at night"

Hank Before Bed
their every words are relentless; sanctum burst by vindictive...
state of mind frame begging for picture perfect existence
and every verb is considered as such absurd definition
a piece of turd, in my instance...OF COURSE IT HURT, it’s a given
cursing in spirit’s an option, i guess. as laughter endow...
sometimes u’ll glimpse the inner pain through the crack of a smile*
conflict of what was/ what could be...yea, my years has its limit
so now i'm cradle robbing this innerchild....for vicarious living
my light's a glaring emission with subtle, grave sentiment
"mind" Kampf, prison subjected to this state penmanship
padded walls where thoughts spew vile vision perfected
hall of fame or house of horror, smiling Scytsophrenic

"Alas, truth is told many times,
But when said over with brute cognitions; your losing yourself in your mind"

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Solidus Confinement
-A decaying night

1st- Angkor
2nd- Storyteller aka Ha' Rizon
3rd- Soul Slayer


Hank Ludwick
Eyes awake to a shimmer, dimmer that be the light
Needed to guide my eyes, one livid reason to fight
Darkness will swarm around, greet murkiness with a might
Survival under the moon, it’s full to shine through the night
A battle compatible to rattle minds, well defined
As schizophrenia twisted with hallucinated minds
Confined to a tiny room in jackets looking through the blinds
Declining exquisite visits from incomparable kinds
Now wandering through a forest, smashing branches and leaves
Starry skies up above, and shadows you won’t believe
I slowly creep past the trees, I plead to exit this maze
Correct direction unsure as it lures an oncoming craze

"As the night spewed wild embers,
Flashing as powdered particles; descended.
The moon lit bright,
A certain path to no where"

Hank the Tank
Molding clanks that shank the banks of my outer mind,
Slandering tanks of thanks that Hank couldnt identify.
Irate prose with a nose sniffing close; blood of civilization,
Mending pros with con lows growing holds as truth is evasive.
So he snapped from crack that people cap as a peaking tantrum,
Vast figures that laugh and mask mankinds sanctum.
The norm is not to swarm as global warns this generation,
Lodging thorns through our sores with seeping pores; radiation.
So with that said it's my test to manifest a readers perspective,
Accolade the best thoughts that caresses bleeders to neglect this.
Feed the poor that adores concrete floors and dirty mouths,
Because the door from which we're born swore it's our way of getting out.

"He spoke with a gentle tongue,
But his words corrupt; blew bullet wounds
Through insanity, talking and screaming.
-At himself at night"

Hank Before Bed
their every words are relentless; sanctum burst by vindictive...
state of mind frame begging for picture perfect existence
and every verb is considered as such absurd definition
a piece of turd, in my instance...OF COURSE IT HURT, it’s a given
cursing in spirit’s an option, i guess. as laughter endow...
sometimes u’ll glimpse the inner pain through the crack of a smile*
conflict of what was/ what could be...yea, my years has its limit
so now i'm cradle robbing this innerchild....for vicarious living
my light's a glaring emission with subtle, grave sentiment
"mind" Kampf, prison subjected to this state penmanship
padded walls where thoughts spew vile vision perfected
hall of fame or house of horror, smiling Scytsophrenic

"Alas, truth is told many times,
But when said over with brute cognitions; your losing yourself in your mind"