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,
A,
Will to survive
With demons in mind,
Who believe I should die!
Regardless of all my beliefs in Christ…

But,
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…

Sight?
Tunnel-like.
Running over puddles I,
Used to drown inside.
But,
I’m in my element,
When I’m out my element.
I’m,
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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