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Aug 2016
The words on my mind, write themselves on the paper.
Philosophy spilled out, disappears into vapor.
Restless always, the mentality of a drifter...
Chameleon to my surroundings, I am the shape shifter.
Shift, shift all directions, Yes I get like the wind.
Was the happiness real when the Cheshire cat grinned?
I'm lost and I'm found...listen to me, a broken record spinning around and around. Handcuffed, gagged and bound...got my foot in my mouth.
Did I really hear that sound? Did you hear that flow?
Where did the seed come from that makes the idea grow.
Where do we go if we spontaneously combust?
Build up the walls, down with the trust...
A bomb in the chest counting down- self destruct.
Reality set on fire, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
And it cant end now, it's never enough.
Greed is a sin, it's deadlier than lust...
To lust is to want, to want is to need.
Release your desires, I'm Pandora's box freed.
Just a dream, part of your subconscious...
Reoccurring every night, I'm a nightmare obnoxious.
Romeo and Juliet, I'm poison dead toxic.
Within chaos there is beauty, within me there's no logic...
Made up of fragments scattered, I aim to climb the ladder.
Thousands of me, reflect...Jagged Shards- a mirror shattered..
A body ******, beaten, bruised, and battered..
It's my Fabric of being that's torn and tattered.
I'll be just a drifter, I wander alone...
Left my skeletons locked in the closet at home...
Can't read me The Riot Act, I write truths of my own.
Danii Spinelli Phantomm
Written by
Danii Spinelli Phantomm  F/Wisco
(F/Wisco)   
497
   Jamadhi Verse
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