Poemz Written In Blood

Thoughts I write up,
Like day jobs and strike one.
Batter’s up,
While I’m boxed in,
On a search for diamonds without a need to buy one.
I’m shining,
Glass cups to my lightbulb while I light one.
I’m dining alone with many knives,
Will to survive
With demons in mind,
Who believe I should die!
Regardless of all my beliefs in Christ…

I let bygones be bygones,
In the Darkness where I’ve gone,
As I listen to my song,
of Death…

Along with Rebirth,
On thee Earth,
I delved into Feet First,
With thee hurt,
Of my creators…

Cut from a certain root,
Dry and crude.
I had to move!
Away from whom,
Attempts to steal my vision zoomed in…

Running over puddles I,
Used to drown inside.
I’m in my element,
When I’m out my element.
Taking these sedatives,
While I write these messages.
All these rhymes I’m peddling,
With ink I’m setting in on a piece of paper,
As a shield saving my soul from perdition…

Loose leafs carrying scriptures of a life gone through the furnaces of hell.
Arms reaching up for heaven as a cry for help.
Writing in a cell,
Trying to phone God through a sentence meant for me to yell,
For ears listening in for a hint of freedom from this shell,
I’m breaking through…

Even If I’m out of my mind.
Searching for something divine.
Evil is in me,
How I can I possibly heal this when I’m slicing a line,
Out of my soul,
No matter If I,
Bleed out completely till I’m,
Finally dead in her eyez…

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