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
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