spit spit spit

sipping the savory, salitious, let me indulge
soon all my secrets will begin to divulge
i'll need to produce but first i must write
i may sound obtuse but i know that i'm right
the story must be told, there is no need to run
come, watch it unfold, as i hide from the sun
inspiration strikes when you are least ready
come hold me, you goof, i'm a little unsteady

convincing

solely determined to trickle into triumph
overzealously trying to ascend up past zion
i'm tired, my dude, i can't wait for the end
i need to sink low, allow me to mend.
i cannot fathom what tales you've untold,
when lying to my face and smiling - how bold!
i do not need pleading, we made it last through
right until I decided to stop, for you.
we were an emotional fling, dripping with zest
come back, my king, and i'll show you my best
i promise i can prove i am the best of the best.
i will not follow but i will not lead
i can't help but swallow that toxic wasp seed
it blooms inside, eats away at my blood
forever blessed with the destiny of being misunderstood.
i will have to escape, from this place with dull heart
but when will i know it? when will i start?
my callouses scream out that it's time to sleep
and my dead, dull eyes are begging to weep.
i must walk the line with johnny or choose to feel bereft
don't you want to take a peek at what i have left?