I am different
I don't stutter
I don't talk of trivial things
My vocabulary is darker

I am under six feet plus deep
I shout out of abyss
I am just the iceberg's tip
What you see is just a tease

Don't put me in the pedestal
I am not a saint
Nor God's nor Lucifer's
Neither in between

So if you ever play of possibilities
Stop
You can't contain this
Overwhelming miseries is where you'll end up

Because unless you learn how to write
A poet will only write of what glorifies him
Unless you learn how to fight a battle of rhymes
You'll always be the immortal killer; not the victim

Because I speak of words lost in the Tower of Babel
But you will never ever understand
'Cause yes, I am an angel
But a fallen one