Why is it so hard to understand?
It's it false?
Am I bland?
My mind will open I hope at least.
My eyes widen as my pulse beats.
Will I open up the gates?
Will I slowly find the beast?
Am I really that late,
That I can't control me?
I want to see the perspective.
I want to see the truth.
I want to know I live.
A ruthless call is two.
When I'm in the dark,
I push away the spark.
Constantly I talk ever so confused.
Am I alive?
Am I awake?
What must I do?
Live with me for fuck sake.
What even are you?
You put me in the dark?
When I stuck through.
I want to know I live.
A ruthless call is two.
When Is my brain;
Finally okay?
Why am i,
Going insane?
It's this just a game;
That we play.
Are we even sane?
I feel like I have no brain.
I must slowly tame.
I cannot fear.
My heart needs glue.
I want to know I live.
A ruthless call is two.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
