I am different I don't stutter I don't talk of trivial things My vocabulary is darker
I am under six feet plus deep I shout out of abyss I am just the iceberg's tip What you see is just a tease
Don't put me in the pedestal I am not a saint Nor God's nor Lucifer's Neither in between
So if you ever play of possibilities Stop You can't contain this Overwhelming miseries is where you'll end up
Because unless you learn how to write A poet will only write of what glorifies him Unless you learn how to fight a battle of rhymes You'll always be the immortal killer; not the victim
Because I speak of words lost in the Tower of Babel But you will never ever understand 'Cause yes, I am an angel But a fallen one