Them

I used to pray during darker times
Black crayon in the basement
Asking to draw sharper lines
And permission then to trace vents
Passageways to artful minds
"Them" people say shit
Halfway thoughtful often blind
Never knew which way the day went
And all the love in all him was
All olive colored and vacant
Maybe he loves like no one does
Maybe love won't take him
Maybe everyone all feels the same
And he's just dumb enough to say it
So in rushed verses
And hodgepodge rhymes
I hid my heart inside
Said thank you
Fought against the dying dark
Said Fuck the light and what
I'd changed to
I used to pray during darker times
Black crayon in the basement
Pretend that mine is an artful mind
You know,
"Them" people say shit