Underground Un~Sound  

 
 
All my thoughts and words  
they have been deemed unfit  
Illegally yours to these new laws  
I totally refuse to commit  
 
Comparable to Capone    
hiding whiskey, cigars and such  
I need my words, they are my blood  
even better than that first touch  
 
I am your chosen one  
my secrets are here to stay  
Take my hand poets,  
allow me to lead the way  
 
Come with me  
down this sweat soaked path  
They will never take away whats mine  
for I will unleash my wrath  
 
You will never know me  
disappearing in the wind  
Calling my words a crime  
is your own mortal sin  
 
Ill die before I give up my words  
you will never take me alive  
I chose the pen and paper my friend  
Now and up until the very twisted end...

 ( entered in Poetry or Death comp )