Fa-Q - Riddle

[Fa-Q]

I wrote this about 2 months ago...It was my first serious songs...see what you thnk but please dont take my lyrics

I’m like a mime who has to talk
Pushing on the walls of this glass box
My past knocks
Trying to pick the last locks
But time flies like fast clocks
Toying with death as my casket mocks
I’m not getting a shallow grave but a deep tomb
Grim’s about to reap soon,
So I’ll sleep till noon
Then leap the moon
Ward off evil doers then become a wilted coward
Aged but not matured like milk soured
All flowers are the same shade dead
My fingers make my hand like my brain made my head
Like a lion will devour
I’m dandy when I kill a flower
Wondering how to fill an hour
Pains a killer so I give a pill the power
Do I even need a dying wish
Tears more invisible than a crying fish
When I but out in tears
The dust cloud clears
And my trust and doubt mirrors
My eyes fill up as I blink away tears
They drip on my tattoos and the ink smears
Each tattoo represents one of my dumb mistakes
Or a lost soul the sun takes
Cause death is what the sun is giving soon
I’m dying in a living room
Standing in a sitting room
Why fight it I’m admitting doom-31-

Words are phrases caught in the middle
They can mean a lot or a little
Like a jot or tittle
It can be a shot that whittles
You down and rots you brittle
I was taught this riddle

Sinking lower and lower into quick sand
Burning temper how much can this wick stand
The flame cowers and is scared of ice
So I ask myself will I get paradise or a pair of dice
Tried to buy happiness but couldn’t bear the price
Instead I’m a weeping willows face
Got head rest but no sleeping pillow case
Like an alcoholic who hides the wine
What makes a deaf person decide to sign
What makes the sun reflect the tide and shine
So I hide in the shade
Tried to bury myself alive where I laid
If I’m not sinking slowly then whys my grave
Dying in a coffin
Lying in it knockin
Trying to open it but its nailed shut
No success I may have failed but
When I die is when I’ll please the dirt
Till then the grave is just a tease or flirt
God never answered my prayer now my knees hurt
I was a busy bee at work
But nervousness makes me break out in hives
No chance taken so you wait out your lives
Watching myself in third person
It’s a stakeout even I deserve desertion
My nerves burstin
Every curve worsens
And my life is nothing but twists and turns
Like riding a motorcycle all night eventually your wrists burns
And then your fists learn
You won’t win every fight
Just grit your teeth with a heavy bite-32-

Words are phrases caught in the middle
They can mean a lot or a little
Like a jot or tittle
It can be a shot that whittles
You down and rots you brittle
I was taught this riddle

Why am I on edge I thought I was the center of the earth
I was born with a cold heart that’s a winter birth
And I’ll still be freezing until I take hells plunge
Because I’ve been soaking up sin like a lake swells a sponge
I’m an open book and books are for reading
Don’t judge book by its cover looks are deceiving
I’m not one of those dusty books
I hate how I am like dusk to crooks
Always being pulled up in open water it must be hooks
Then being pushed down by people its breaking my collar bone
That’s why I always feel better and taller alone
But now I’ve got no backbone it feels like I got a slinky there
Grow some balls I pinky swear
I know I’m biting at the heels
Get back on track so its guiding my wheels
But all mental eventually rusts
My mind doesn’t settle it mentally dusts
I know the painter is the only person to destroy a masterpiece
Only a hungry man eats a faster feast
Or starves slower
It’s guaranteed his Carbs are lower
I know a crown isn’t a cure for my many head aches
Money doesn’t heal but a penny medicates
The final Riddle-24-

[notoriouS-K-M]

Dude this pretty good. Quite lyrical but a little too long, don't you think? Other than the length it's great.