Vampire Writer
My pen is like a sword
I draw it when I'm bored
So that I can cut it to the core, instead of being torn, I tare through it all, the silence,
I score the pages, I take a slice, but not with violence,
Counting on my rage, to help me get a handle, to drive me to an island,
Where I no longer dangle. As I change,Somewhere I can be caged and find my own asylum,
Not literally,
But literary,
I just wanna retreat, give myself a break, somewhere I can meet myself, and stab him with a steak,
A Dracula spectacular, eternally nocturnal, can't die, occually internal, so I reflect instead, in my head as I just dissect dread, my mind bleeds as I read the red, what’s written in my blood, Im pouring out my heart, so to be I stood, better to be thinking it than drinking it I suppose, who knows, just goin with the flow
So now Splitting the meanings of words, re chord them,
Rearrange them, and play them in reverse, Am I cursed.
Sentenced to sentences, my penance is my words, wrote off in life, so I chop them down with a knife,
Don't mean to be mean, just trying to give meaning,
All I've been dreaming, is to take you apart, reflect every letter,
Beginning to end, make you better forever as put you back together
So now instead accepting how I was made, I now expect a reflection, I've gritted my teeth, It like now I'm resurrecting into Blade. Bittered with beef, Ive took a bite at the light, no longer need the shade. Still I stalk through the night. Guided by my own hand, into the sun, I'm Flush, I'm holding hearts and diamonds, instead of clubs and spades. Trying to climb out instead of digging my own grave.
But it's not like Im a creep, see peeps a just don't sleep.
I no it's hard for you to invision, but I'm like a magician on a mission, I search instead of a wishin.
I'm a Whizard, I'm awake
I'm like a lizard in a blizzard looking for a break, Just trying to take, the weight of the world off, give it the cold shoulder, as I scale ever higher, leaving all it was behind me, in the past, as my back tracks to a place where it can't blind me. Make me wanna to snap, or get trapped like before, don't stamp with my foot no more, so I can't be clamped to the floor, and my mouth won't be sown shut to my jaw. Wired but never quiet, I walk a way, I can talk away, I'm tired but never tire. As I tread into myself.
Externally
Internally
Its definitely
Discerning
Expectedly
Affectedly
Not insane
I'm certain
I Wander through my mind, take note of what I find, but still I stay in tune with reality so I can spell out what's defined. Conjure a way to tell you so to help fall inline.
There's nothing up my sleeves, not tricking you, I want you to believe so it just trickles through, not trying to tap you up, can't forcet, endorse it, just trying to plug u in, so you can follow down the sink with me, in synchronicity, linked in, thinking on a whole other level, together. However, I don't want you to drown, be drained, so that you can come back round, instead of going insane.
So that you can then write down all about what you had found, when you bouted through you brain.
Copyright ©
Jonathan Graham
|