A lone ghost- Short story
• Written by RandyRhino
RandyRhino's Notes
This story is using a lot of indirect rhyming and assonance - there are still loads of rhymes crammed in this.
Now the story is about a man who is living in horrible conditions and he is giving up on life, he resorts to drugs and he has seen people change in these conditions. He liked being in prison due to the food they provide- that was what he enjoyed in life- just shows how shit it was for him. Now that he is old it is harder for him to commit a crime to get back in, he tries to but he knows he is just a hasbin. He doesnt have the strength to keep it up anymore.
//Story summary in the notes- i could write a breakdown of a couple of metaphors but lets make that your job
Yo... its so cold and i'm broke bro
Old and unhealthy, i feel empty with nothing to hold close
I know those, that took a whole dose of the snow as their bones froze
Many are wealthy and merry, but nobody helps me its scary- i'm a lone ghost
I'm surrounded by crime and drugs / losing pints of blood my time is up
Life has nothing to offer, so i keep warmer because the climate's tough
My friends have died / nobody escaped from the cage that were held inside
Going insane in my brain, there's marijuana strains in my veins to help me rise
The devils cries burn in our souls, girls turn into hoes- held in a shell of their lies
Life's bland it lacks the herb n' the spice, been in the cells, even selled to get by
I never held any cents, i liked being held in the pen, they had excellent rice
A young man that would never decide, what decisions would help him in life
Now i'm old and cant get back in, found a thug and tried to savagely stab him
I collapsed when he laughed, as the shank fell from the grasp of my damn limbs
People walked past on the path, i've never felt so detached-and my hands sting
Try to imagine what happens, when your life blackens to ashes it's a sad thing...
The past is a vision that's distanced from the conditions he lives in, a frickin' hasbin
The thug kicked n' grabbed him, picked him up and hit him with a fast swing
The hasbin was disconnected from life, barely clinging to the last string
This is it, the end of his strife and famine, the knife had calmed him
Example of a tragic death / this old man had neglected to plan ahead
Never expect to be hand fed, work for the respect and the damn bread!
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RandyRhino
Member since October 17 2013