I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy
I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence
It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble
Walked a labyrinth And wrote a poem Then suddenly It all exploded
Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.
I saw you lying in our bed And love, profound, danced through… The beauty of your soul, like brea… Is all I need to feel well fed
Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny
There’s a certain point Where I put down my joint And fucking end you
You hurt me so bad And though I have the right I still care enough To not turn out the lights
I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…
I’ve driven self along my quest I think it might be time for rest To take steps back and then assess What it might mean to be my best
I really love how the moonlight Reveals the sparkle in your eyes And how the cold accentuates The feelings shown across your fac… How every time you take a breath
Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme