sometimes I cant sleep so i write Who am I? I’m a lonely soul who was stripped of his innocence An innocent bystander, only not so innocent I’m in all the wrong places at all the wrong times I trust all the wrong faces, read all the wrong signs I’m a person with a voice, with tainted words too say Not tainted by choice, that option washed away I’m a conscious unconscious, divine if you will I’m an angel of love, with a heart so ill A person of consequence, who feels so used I’m torn I’m tattered, I’m ripped I’m bruised I’m scared I’m weak I’m meek I’m hurt I’m blank I’m numb I’m nothing I’m dirt I’m convicted because of my convictions and honor An immate a prisoner for crimes so minor A prisoner trapped in my own subconscious Subconsciously loving being trapped unconscious A victim at peace I’m prey that prays A glimmer of light, shows me the way I’m transcendent at heart I’m supreme in mind I see lies in your eyes As you see truth in mine I’m a beautiful creature, I’m a beautiful being Not beautiful by choice, it was instilled in me I’m a blank slate, with only a fire inside That fire is light and that light is mine You can hurt and beat and poke and pry You can search for a sneaky way inside But I’ll fight and ill fight and ill fight and ill fight And I’ll win and win and win this light Idealism, transcendence, my heart my mind My words, my choice, my life, its mine Your evil you’re sneaky, you’re dirty, you’re beneath me Your disgusting, malicious A fight you want, and a fight I’ll give But my mind a battleground, you’ll never live
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 04:59:38 +0000
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