Aaliyah Tamara Guma Poet Ballad

A Death That Bore Life

Victim to your snares, you held me captive
Brainwashed me
Arrested me for a crime I didn't commit
Or maybe I did but was ignorant of "it" being a crime
Sentenced me to trauma and bitterness
Threw me into ward number heartless
In solitary confinement even
How priceless!!!!
Tears streamed down my flaccid cheeks
Which instantly met some BEAUTIFUL panel beating
To give me something real to cry about
Even though your "puppy" shed crocodile teary empathy, I found it very sweet I tell you
I subconsciously turned the unpleasant image into a masterpiece portrait
Why I took in your inhumane behavoural patterns
Remains a blockbuster 
Especially when one looks at my effortless escape
Which if acted upon right from the start
Could have avoided all the madness
Although necessary an evil it served
Wounds have been dug and scars coming out to stay
Its history now.
Unpleasurable sound to the present day's ears
Cause finally we DIED in the end
An ending which paved way for a beautiful beginning
Our DEATH restores my sanity and peaceful pysche
Whether you got buried or not
I have the slightest idea
That is none of my business
I did and that's just fine
Our ghosts don't interact 
They speak not the same language
There is no more 'WE'
ME+YOU=NOTHING
And the math is DONE.

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