I'm teetering on the edge of faded glory
Because of a genocide history
Exploding in my mind
One ignition at a time
It must be a crime, NO, more like a sin
This warfare goes way back
So where do i begin
See, I take the pen and stain the paper
Skipping all the lines
But tattooing between the spaces
 Using the safety mode of my unconscious mind
Trying to strip clean of the many faces I hide
This paper is like my prison and my saviour  all in one
Its like emotions are my unborn baby
Yet poetry is my son
These ribs defend my heart
Like an animal in a cage
But this organ, with holes still beats
Bleeding ink onto this stage
Its not where i perform but this stage is my life
The curtains are my eyelids
Hiding my darkness from the light
If these walls could talk they'd have zero to say
My mouth remains mute
No canvas, no display
Yet over and over memories tivo rewind
Reliving my horrors time after time
I was lost and i looked but i still didn't find
The cure to the aftershock that rendered me blind

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