MY problem is i have only been spitting for about a year, and about the only thing that has even mattered was the last three months.
Well I want to be a master of wordplay and imagery,
I took it upon myself, to rent some Edgar Allan Poe books.
He relates the most of my style, he's my idol.
Well Here is my latest Verse/Poem. Please tell me what you think
Please take note this is more poetry.
A story of dark and vivid Ghaunt,
A lost boy with no meaning,
Stolen by memories and past of haunts,
Struck with intricate Feaning,
Chained and left alone,
The sounds of rings in his ear,
But allegedly he won't answer the phone,
The screams are vivid loud n clear,
He see's a daunt name with a tombstone,
He precludes no impunity,
With Connoisseurship to impose the community,
Completing retribution as the sun rise,
Recoiling because the immolation in his eyes,