Walls

If your walls could talk they’d tell you to hold back,
They’re waiting on you, they’re old and ready to crack.
Take all these feeling and stash them somewhere dark,
I can smell your fear; disloyalty in god.
These walls are telling me that his patience is drawing low,
Slowly going insane its all over a show,
No calling your brothers to save you,
Your friends saying emotions are unaffordable material wealth is health.
A lover who turned life rich,
These walls are telling me you are a snitch.
I pray for your walls to crumble,
My mask slips because it’s hard to keep humble.
Your walls are telling me “Put your ear to your heart”,
But that’s impossible when they are falling apart,
Broke other buildings trying to keep me tied,
Realize that if i collapse you would all die..
So when you think about me rewind to the beginning,
About the all times you could smile to the tune of us singing,
About me and you in the summer waking in the morning,
About the signs i missed, i should have seen the warning.
About the days ruined you still continue your life,
And how i think about you to clear up all of the strife,
About the only girl who cared about you when you asked her,
And how shes got the role of the Master.
Walls can talk.


(This is  spin on Kendrick Lamar's "Walls" Verse From: "To Pimp a Butterfly" something that resonated with me)

(Sidenote: This is the last piece i think i will be doing on the whole “Her” Subject that inspires me so much, I’ve just had enough of writing for someone who will never truly see or understand how i feel as much as i write or try to explain, i just dont have the energy... Who knows maybe ill get inspired to do more at some point, but not now; For now im done.)