Pay attention for I speak only once
Clear your minds, this should hit hard
I'm no syncopath but I'll give my blood to save you from this one
No lyricist am I and I make no rhymes
I find pleasure in the unknown
I'm no poet but my words play games with your mind.
I make you question reason, I alter your faith
I'm no friend, certainly not foe
Neither in and definitely not out
I'm the short rope from the lot
Odd and uneven
I'm not one of you
I do not fit in
I make whiskey out of lemons
I make you love to hate
I paint a portrait of fear with my bare hands
I suck your soul into oblivion
Because I do not belong here
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Debris:A Collection Of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems... A broken analogy A forgotten story A beautiful plot At last, A terrible resolution,to form stanzas worth laughing,screaming,crying,and smiling for. Highest ranking #1 under analogy #1 under poetry contests #1 under wordplay...
