Where I'm From

I am from the prettiest blue sapphire of the seventeenth day

I am from the dirt covered back roads of mountains I say

to the array of tiny sky lights in the dark

I am from various types of tree bark

I come from long nights of no sleep

to the CD player's sound of PCD's beep

I am from the modified projects of my aunt

I am from blood that listens to my rant

I come from blood shattered like glass

to laying on the green covered grass

I am from the icy swims of Summer

I am from a box of light bulbs of the dumber

I am from powders of homemade experiments

to my descendants inclination for arrogance

I come from the fantasies of trolls, vampyres, and immortals

I am from my mind's imaginary world through the portals