Cradle Of Death; To The Boy Barely Left

[MC Anonymous]

Let me bring you to the cradle of death, where people pay no respects,
where people sex heads that dangles from neck
where blood squirts from the holes in ya chest
and you’re holding your breath, and you know that you’re next, hoping your left
with the bells that have tolled for you soul to meet death
and everybody knows that your close to be dead
like a book supposed to be read
but it supposedly led to demons leaking so they broke it instead
and put a hole in the head, of the author, why?
Cause when he wrote it, he had written it with awkward eyes
They thought he let the darkness rise
but it’s all disguised, they never saw what he saw inside
All he had was a lawless drive,
and what he called his wife, is his pen and his pad despite,
the love he had for strife, what a tragic life,
really pale, in the dark, you can’t bask in light
And every time he murdered he figured the task was right
He didn’t know better, he raised himself in the night
He wrote from the blood in his wrists,
and his clothes smelled shitty cause he’s covered in it...

[classthe_king]

Great rhymes, great flow. Everything was perfect except I thought the last 2 lines were really awkward