I wrote this piece for Creative Writing poetry class. Basically, the verse is a metaphor for whatever kill ya slowly. Whether drugs, depression etc. The twist is, it's from the perspective of that substance or depression, and what it does to you. "I'm violence incarnate Hiding in your compartment, Behind the windows of your car's tint The silence is harnessed Waiting till you're alone so I can call in Fill me up with what harm's shit Whether the weather Has ya armed with it or in your apartment, I'm gonna pop off the lock, ironic, Cause I'm suicide's second choice next to the glock Lock it, and look at your family's locket A big boy toy, I'm Christmas to the lost then Want a shot as powerful as I am? The less you feel, the more I condemn Hours pull but you don't have a plan Pick me up like jacks, If ya let go, I don't jam Born to end They say I'm automatic, Sporadic, a cartridge to your heart That's an arrest you don't test to start So start and get passive Say your peace or get blasted Take your pleads cause I'm erratic Make sure you say your last words to your fam Hate the burn of motivation's last stand, But I'm on some soul to take shit, your last fan" I'd like some feedback. @Tony V. Thanks fam.