“my lyrical demise part IV (March 2015) ”
i’ve damn near disappeared, within the city of my birth. but it’s not a home to me, anymore. just familiar faces, that i once knew. where i forgot how to talk, yet i learned how sing… with my heart and soul. but i don’t need a city full of people. for i’ve come to know. it’s not quantity, but the quality. and not everyone needs to know your name. i’ve also found, that i’m more precious than gold. even if i’ve sold myself like coal. and i’m no goddamn prize. but i should be treasured and cherished, for what can only be mine.
as i’ve always been strangely awkward, uniquely constructed, beautifully flawed, and not afraid… of being myself. bearing my scars, like motherfucking metals. so look me in the eyes. i’ll show you my whole world. unapologetically, as my lyrical demise pours from my eyes. a bleeding heart, a living soul… my masterpiece, in disguise. yet you won’t find me wearing a mask, amongst the masses. for i am shameless, rattling around within this rusty cage. stumbling upon this dirt for something i believe in… my heart and soul.
-joshua ryan stewart