Somehow my spirit breaks the page
That anything I am in my words is an ever constant night
I love the life I was gifted from hands divine
I hate the world people create
And it's unbridled inner affliction
Would that I could traverse time and argue my point with masters
Make them see that they had everything they didn't deserve
While I die alone and poor
The ink of my heartbeat clotted by the truth I know
The truth that has become
As a sun
Setting
Numb it down and make me dumb
The ink of my blood
Stopped by slow reach in a fast--food kind of world
That I may never become
May that art live
When its been dying for a while
And I can't believe enough
To attend the funeral

Live through me