new soul

i'm a new soul
reborn in a strange world
lyrically revived
resuscitated by the art
my heart beat stopped suddenly
replaced by a black static
filled with color and words when i first heard
a adjective complimenting a verb in a metaphor
that seemed a little cliche
like a synonym to a homonym
it sounded the same
i had lost my creativity
and it lay heavily upon my soul
lost in the wind
setting the pace of slow and unsteady
so i committed verbal suicide
and prayed to get something new
even though i committed a sin
it was only so i could win
the big prize
and i guess i had done something right
i was given a new soul
just left to wander in this strange world
free
with no shackles
attached to weight
that bring me down
no words left unsaid
in this strange world
i am honest
to die for
but ugly like a weed clinging to the rocky cliffs
always living on the edge
allowed to fight the flow
living as a new soul
paying with the anti of hymns
as and if'is
morphing language to fit my need
hyperboles and euphemism
to euthanize thoughts of mundane times
i hope imagery your imagining is as creative as mine
as i see shadows cast upon the wall of flocks of sheep
being tricked by the wolf in their clothes
who had snacked upon a red herring
so his hunger rage wouldn't let him lose his bearing
but he doesn't eat the sheep they had done nothing wrong
he kills the Shepard who lead them astray
and leads them to freedom
on the run...
hunted by Hunters hired by the government
to kill the new soul...
did i say that?
i many the wolf
who led them to revelation
with the honey sweet words that they swallowed
from his sharp toothed sharp tongued slick lipped mouth
or you know whatever you picture in your own abstract mind
do you hear the sounds in onomonopia like fashion
my new souls wonder
as it tries to know this strange world