A Rebellion of thoughts charge the gates of my sanity,
I repell, for the cost is the steapest; & saddens me.
They bombard the brink of my barbaric base,
As barbaric tendilecies strain the restraints.
These antagonnistic cries for attention;
Throw fits, flames, & fire when they do NOT get mentioned.
It's said that they carry a fatal affliction.
Things dim when your spot light is under suspension.
Thier may be petitions to rush the invention, of witnessing sights of another's depiction.
A blade sharp enough to make any incision, makes cuts without effort,
& With deadly precision.
Ja'Michael °
