I’m a poet by nature
And all that I do
It may put me in danger
But that’s what I do
I write from inside
I prey on my mind
My thoughts have to die
To express what I hide
Impassionate words
Unrehearsed lyrics
My mind has been burned
These words mar my spirit
Like locusts over crops
Or a plague on humanity
Swiftly I drop
And resent all this harmony
I write from inside
At least I try to
My thoughts must die
So I can feel my cries too
For impassionate lyrics
And broken verses
Are all that I’ve written
And all that I’ve spoken