The Ellipisis Finale
Wooden doors
Academic bores
Highly repetitive household chores…
Now I’m just making things up; showing how my rhyming overflows the cup…
Plastic dreams
Secret schemes
The mind, it dulls when it rests it seems…
Referring to my latest Summer vacation; I wait for this damn train to leave the station…
One, two, three
Can’t you see?
You don’t know the lines inside of me…
Starting with lies and ending with tears; my greatest strengths are my greatest fears…
Four, five, six
Now it’s in the mix
Making a list of his favorite fifteen picks…
Owning up to his biggest obsession; but he’s still doing it at your discretion…
Born in the pit
But I don’t miss it
‘Cause the dick has me thinking that I’m the shit…
That right there was a birthplace reference; followed by the hometown to fit the essence…
It came from the past
Hence why this will last
It’s the same writer, just a different cast…
The call to arms was her old best friend; a r.u.t.e.: a reminder until the end...
Staying in line
Keeping it “fine”
I consider my heart an emotional Frankenstein…
I hear her cries over radio waves; she is the first thing my head craves…
Last but not least
The roar of this beast
Headed south from the northeast…
That just means that this is a trend; an ellipsis idea, another, and then the end
Academic bores
Highly repetitive household chores…
Now I’m just making things up; showing how my rhyming overflows the cup…
Plastic dreams
Secret schemes
The mind, it dulls when it rests it seems…
Referring to my latest Summer vacation; I wait for this damn train to leave the station…
One, two, three
Can’t you see?
You don’t know the lines inside of me…
Starting with lies and ending with tears; my greatest strengths are my greatest fears…
Four, five, six
Now it’s in the mix
Making a list of his favorite fifteen picks…
Owning up to his biggest obsession; but he’s still doing it at your discretion…
Born in the pit
But I don’t miss it
‘Cause the dick has me thinking that I’m the shit…
That right there was a birthplace reference; followed by the hometown to fit the essence…
It came from the past
Hence why this will last
It’s the same writer, just a different cast…
The call to arms was her old best friend; a r.u.t.e.: a reminder until the end...
Staying in line
Keeping it “fine”
I consider my heart an emotional Frankenstein…
I hear her cries over radio waves; she is the first thing my head craves…
Last but not least
The roar of this beast
Headed south from the northeast…
That just means that this is a trend; an ellipsis idea, another, and then the end