Never Again

I remember when i was truly born, i was 13,
a little kid with the little more then the others could wield,
incredible thoughts arose from this tainted field, (my head),
i grab the pen, and recite what i felt, was truly real,
used colors to match the rhythm, bored with that,
... used patterns to control my mind precision, i mastered that,
I grew tired of the bullshit of reality,
realized I was drafted in absolute calamity
screaming "what fuck are you mad at me?"
to the "heavens" above, nobody there,
nobody to answer,
its like asking the deaf to pay attention,

I grew a Wicked tongue, that hid behind my innocent lies,
hated the world, and everything that surrounded me,
I even went so far, to contemplate my own demise,
Now im sitting back and i just smile.
peeled back the ancient art of self denial
i took the words of a fallen friend, and what he meant
grew the wings on my back, that he had lent,
now ill never be in trouble again,...