I cough when I choke, and I cry and I claw, I charm and I cling and I cheer and I call, I curl when I cuddle and I care and I calm, I chance and I commit and I cave and I fall.

My demons come out to play.

At the edges, their dance is alluring
Their perfumes swirl around me like ***** smoke
And I fiend to tumble deeper down the rabbit hole
To remember
Or to forget
Those inescapable repercussions.

On my throat
Across my face
Dragging me back and pinning me down
Inside and out.
How they haunt my dreams and rouse me relentlessly
Until unconsciousness is no longer an escape
And wakefulness is a constant battle
Oh, how those hands have conditioned me
Fore, I am at a point where my reflection looks bland without colour dancing across my skin
Or his hand-prints a perfect recollection as to why I must obey

So, until I can recognize the woman in the mirror whose only colour is her own
My demons inch closer while you love away my pain

If we had the ability to relive our memories,
The world would be filled with more broken hearts

The light goes through you
No longer a reflection of your beauty
No longer an oasis for my erratic pulse
A thorn to the eye and a boiling knife to the chest
Not blinded, just vexed
Not shining but dulled
Your fire just a flicker of what it once was
The flame you lit in me now void of warmth.
The impact you had on my heart
Now nothing more than a bruise

The skilled user of words, the wizard conjurer that provoke your thoughts.          
I ought to be  sentenced to death.    
For an enlightened mind such as mine for the crime of influencing young minds
You see the Government hate visionaries like me, so they call the disciplinary, to disrupt revolutionaries, COINTELPRO, look them up if you don’t know, for all you conspiracy theorist, I am the head of realist ****, shot calling
You might as well call me Shon the abolitionist.
When it comes to such a wicked being such as me, they call to question my thought for knowledge and I tell them
As the practitioner of hard knocks, my quest for power is almost pestilent; people say knowledge is power  
But what they don’t tell you, is power comes from applying the knowledge
To acknowledge the most dangerous man in the room isn’t the man with the gun nor the thirst for power
But the man in the shrouded darkness waiting to pounce, call me Rockefeller and Rothschild.
I am almost out of time but please forgive me, my mind sits in an higher dimension
My mentality is overpriced that’s why the naïve mind is as common as head lice
As I am the sole provider to the zeitgeist.