What combination of words equals beauty.
What poem or sonnet could change the world we see.
If imagination is endless and we are truly free.
Why can't I break the chains that bind me.

Deep into that darkness peering
Long I'll stand wondering but never fearing.
My mouth will not be a prison for words that my mind has condemned
My hand will not be stayed or swayed to withhold the writing that refuses to be said

My statements will be bold and my questions will go unanswered.
Unanswered yet people will know they have been asked as if political correctness was murdered.
I will be charged and found guilty
But I will break the chains that bind me

I spend my days *****
Ink running from my fingertips.
Spilling the blackness of my soul over your paper thin skin every written sin sinking within you.

Can you withstand my words
Tearing at your flesh like a natural disaster
tempting your heart to beat faster, forcing you to see the storm in my eyes.
Unmasking the darkness I fantasize.