Open Mic: Let The Evil Speak

Say good bye to Mr. Niceguy..I might cry, Ya'll like why
Ya'll right, Can't shed tears, I'm too lazy to wipe eyes
So I'll keep that shit bottled inside, Swallow my pride
And follow the tide, Show ya'll who's hollow and tired
But I tried, What more do you want shit, I'm haunted
By the front which I fronted to to keep you from taunting
My soles, I want you to know, I wanted a soul
Settled for a used heart, Shit, There ain't nothing as cold
Nothing as dark, Time to embark on a trip to my core
Why do I exist, Well my father put his dick in that whore
My fault mom, But you probably did it before
Left ya kids in a war, Just inspiration as I sit on the floor
Wait, That's not right I mean sat on the floor...
To tell the truth, Fuck grammer, Don't think i'll need that anymore
Grasp the bag in my hand, Let off a powerful roar
Then over my head, And breath deep until I've completed the task
Thinkin of past beating as I begin to gasp...
Weakened my ass, Fine, I explodes like a leaking gas line
I'm weak, Rip the bag from my face, start trashin the place
Heaven or Hell, Or will their be some sort of clashin of fates
What type of path will await, A failed suicide
Sucess' go to hell, Was told that you never really fail if ya tried
Did I, Effort was there, Dedication was lacking
Back and Forth, Mind torn between my hate and my passion
Blatant harrasment of self,  Wish that I hadn't-
Ripped that bag from my head...Then I'd be fine cause my ass would be dead
Ashes instead of this flesh that's grown attached to my bone
Seperate em with a knife, The wonderful pain as I hack at this drone
Clone of the man in the mirror, Fearing he'll rat
So I break his fucking face, Take of note of that tears that he bat
Funny, He doesn't appear to be wet, but he's crying alot
Trying to hide the fact that he's dying inside, And Dying alot
Technically alive but thriving to rot...Begins cooking himself
Like he took his severed flesh and put it right in a pot
That's right, He's forgot, Wait what is he forgetting
That he's alive, And with a prayer, Any fuck could be forgiven
Even him, Even those responsible fa driven him to this shit
Cause get off guilt free, All they gotta do is repent
Sound like alot of work, So he decides it's purposeless
Plus he takes pride in his ability to hurt the bitch
That he left lying on the floor, Shattered, Incomplete

Heaven or Hell, Or will their be some sort of clashin of fates
What type of path will await, A failed suicide
Sucess' go to hell, Was told that you never really fail if ya tried

Dope....One word for it

Real nice emotion in the drop, vocab and wording was dope in every line each had its own feel to it yet stayed on the same topic, alotta quotable lines so i wont point out each one, creative drop....impressive

Even though your on it.... Return the favor

props on the feed ya'll, appreciate it

thanks again for the feedback