I'm not a word smith
I don't strike iron
But irony strikes me
Pretty peculiar
The lines I give birth to
Full of wisdom
Yet I don't heed
I craft my rhymes with a whittling knife
Form a pencil, stab myself in the heart, then write
I bleed on to this canvas
With each beat squirting splatter
You could finger paint a red Picasso
But face it, your frame can't hold this much gray matter

Yes, my lady
That shadow is gone
The slipping silhouette
Real light shines through
Radiating the truth
I **** my head away
My eyes shrink
And belly aches
I held it in
Released it yesterday
Time not defined
For it is nothing
Yes, I do
You aren’t worth my tears
My biggest fears
You cover your self in ***** truth
Deception
Contraception
I speak your language well

Hello
Did you have a moment to read?
For what are words if not heard?
And what are lines if not seen?

I just wanted to share my disappointment
It's been haunting all my dreams
But this is real now
And reality feels bleak

I'm just a coward
Who can't find the words to speak
So I hide behind my pretty lines
Using metaphors and similes

To euphemize this euthanasia
The euphoric must be beat
Throw away those hopes of mine
And all the memories

Time to say goodbye
I'd learned to fly
But you,
You clipped my wings