My words are not understood by most,
like twister to one who is color blind. Unable to Comprehend
But sooner will my heart split in half
then I stop conveying my emotions on
this page. For the sounds of screaming
and the thought of grieving runs through my lungs and kidneys.
It is my very blood it gives me life
The desire to understand this
Is the desire of most men today
How is it that screaming gives birth
To the laughter that spews out of me