you cloaked yourself
in pitch black darkness
and planted barriers
to thwart everyone out
your only means for love
is to drown in your own mess
and the words you feed
and leave me stout

you release your demons
so beautifully
that even sweet little angels
cry at your feet
i'm outside the fences every time
you write, waiting patiently
the thought of your words
make both of our ends meet

you are a true Spoken Genius
of your time
with every word dropped,
comes thousands of people in sight
to flip on the light switch
above you is what they cry and pine
so the darkness is no more,
but a room bathed in light