My Gift of Insanity

Pushing all my silence into an almost perfect place Where echoes bounce off echoes, to what I consider grace Another bullet in the wind, against what slurs my speech Barbed wire wrapped around my soul, where grace can never reach Fortunate to have a heart, with a short supply of need Unfortunate to love a world, that suffocates all greed Tomorrow holds an angels wing that floats to all I hate And reaches Christ with starving crumbs on every empty plate Pungent flowers seek the love, deserved by every thing Yet we step on painful scars, that helps the demons sing A loving blade against all hope, will reconnect the pain And these padded walls that still exist, will never leave my brain Against the perfect rainbow, where death can never live Amongst the bones of fairy tales, a short supply to give Pieces of my legend will, exit through my guilt And every drop of life will live, for all the death I spilt Sorrows lie inside my tongue, and reconnects with rage As every letter that I write, burns off of the page