I like to write a love poem
I like the sun to rise
But the stark and dark and naked truth
In a world full of hate
The sun only sets

Ego and pride
Derision of some higher form
A lovers quarrel in a lighting storm
And war becomes the norm
I've bit my tongue

I've bit my tongue so hard
Bitten for so long
I bit my tongue clean off
From my mouth the blood will spill

you don't know me
Don't follow me now as I'm headed to war
It's a dumbed-down world
Full of immature adults
Who feel hate
In place
Of admiration

Low
Lower
Lowest
Common denominator
I'm speaking to you

My aim is to restore art
To written word
Its time you knew my name