If the mind could talk it would say a lot
Punishing words, burning hot
it would fight itself for a decision
that doesn't need the slightest precision
If the eyes could speak they'd wish not
from the horrors this obnoxious world got
They would rain to ease the mind
that still can't decide
If the legs could express they'd cry lot
marching forward, tied by a knot
yet they follow the path of the unknown
like a stray cat roaming the cold streets alone
If scars could wish, they’d beg to erase
The skin they haunt, the time, the place
Trained for pain, deployed with pride
Now just tally marks we try to hide
And if the pen could live, it would join the riot
Etching screams into verses, never quiet
But it belongs to a mind that’s fractured and blind
Spilling blood instead of rhyme
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
If the mind could talk it would say a lot
Punishing words, burning hot
it would fight itself for a decision
that doesn't need the slightest precision
If the eyes could speak they'd wish not
from the horrors this obnoxious world got
They would rain to ease the mind
that still can't decide
If the legs could express they'd cry lot
marching forward, tied by a knot
yet they follow the path of the unknown
like a stray cat roaming the cold streets alone
If scars could wish, they’d beg to erase
The skin they haunt, the time, the place
Trained for pain, deployed with pride
Now just tally marks we try to hide
And if the pen could live, it would join the riot
Etching screams into verses, never quiet
But it belongs to a mind that’s fractured and blind
Spilling blood instead of rhyme
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