I must put down my pen
I use like a keyboard
so in that, F**K  the restrictions
and the borders, i'll trip over the line
and never stop seeing beauty

Harsh dark windy winter
with bullets attacking like
dense metal words
cold blood with each that hit
running though the forest
no direction but away
from a lonely home
the violin still plays slowly
and sad, each string shrieking  
because falling tears know
the reason for escape

This ****** canvas, sprayed on rainbows
wasted paint, caught red handed
a stencil of your profile
posted on my pall
each year reminisce over lost brushes
with bristles ripped and torn out
enough tears to cry silver, paint bittersweet illustrations
with wet paint. not to drip on the rug
sorrow stains in the splattered shapes of,
loved ones, toys, and times with smiles
that create a frame to hang on the wall
because a good piece of art
should aways be appreciated

Inject that myriad dose in my brain
don't tell me what it is
Shrapnel surprise is all i need
Does it hurt, white elephant wars stomping on my mind
As you mouth pours crystal letters that form wet words
That flow into my minds puddle, and finds it's way to our oceans heart
Will this feeling stop, when will it part
My arms are breaking
My legs just broke
Is the clock farther away or is it just moving slower
My feet are walking on plush ground my equilibrium is confused
Did you run or crawl to help me from tripping on air?
Fastidious eyes are tip toeing on my spine
as my arm are keeping my lungs from the ground
don't stop to inhale, forgetting how to breath
Panic attack, shark attack will bite you on the leg and pull you down
Trying to make a way to the glass bathroom
You turn on the water, within seconds a waterfall
That is drenching deafening rapids into my ear
Get this cantankerous feeling away
I'v never wanted to snap so bad in my life
the water stops, the hurricane in my stomach starts
Green light mean blow
After 5 minutes I don't even know what was coming out
I thought my lungs would explode from an over excessive
Amount of my body's fluids
Stumble to stand, mind thinks it's clockwork
The body says it's not
Early morning burns into early night
And there goes the sight
My ears burn of ice around my brain
Give me the Shrapnel surprise one more time
Thin rope around my arm, and needle with appeasement inside
One more dose as I lay back, the red rises up as I sink down
The night, and my home become silent
As i fade away