Life and its crimes being
drawn out in rhymes
cut out or lanced in
the dance of
the devils inside me.
Where is the silence to bind me?
where is the gag to fetter my tongue?
my pen's on the run and I'm tagging along
the devils are too,aren't devils supposed to
give it a rest when their target's abreast of
the leader,the reader?
I need a
break.
I need to take a rhyme,take a moment of time
and sharpen a stake,
make it bleed.