'A prisoner to my own past..'
I've came across a path,...Confused As My issues have grasped my emotions
Floatin in a puddle of omens.Only realizin' my acomplishments trapped my focus
I let my mind wander along w/ my ego,...At last im broken..So I chose to open
Wearin' the clothes im chosen,.draped in the ruins which is the last i wrote in
My reflection showing,Flowin' its essence,..but Only the ignorant know this
& Ask no questions,..or lessons but still I couldnt resist but to show this
I need help.but I chose to look ahead of my motives,...Im devoted to write
Every thought I fight,trained' my sight to think twice before i know its right
Livin' a soldiers life..towards my shoulders height i see.my mental structure
Floatin' its stencils cover.which i hid under my fears,..Its my pencils mother
Which became my downfall,Now I drown all my clues,leadin' to the lesson
Leading to A question,if this is my therapy why does it lean to depression?
.Theres rarely any progression,Or any that i can feel,..I've drawn most fears
Except ones i wrote here,So why turn back?.When i still havnt gone nowhere
Still,stuck in the place i've started.No footprints behind me..besides memorys
& A past i cant escape.no words can relate to this,..so I've disguised destiny
behind A second seed..which i thought would reflect my dreams.but I've seen
Everything my chest can hold..The test can fold..that means i have to leave
In a scene of puddles,Trees burnt to ashes I cant breath.the aroma fights to let
My spirit fly free,so besides me is a pen to stop from doin' shit i might regret
But the dead cant do that,but my self concious ego might forget.I'm clueless
To a knight that steps into illusions,proving im nothin'...beggin me to do this
All hope is useless,Cuz i've used this excuse to do shit.so I find the reign
& Line the aim to reality,Cuz everythin' i write just brings my mind to pain
A recorded set-bacc in the time line.i gain..nothin' except a lucid infection
Which drew this reflection..into my essence.but i'm used ta this direction
On going backwords..its in my possesive nature.Never hid under follicles
Which could show signs of light,..but it proves to be just another obsticle
In my imagination,I said everythings possible,..but it dont seem that way
Said things i didnt mean to say,I thought of light.but i havnt seen that day
And i've been writin awhile,Would disguise my anger as a knife in the isle
Just another object to get over,my emotions ironic.& When i fight A smile
My thoughts just recite my life as A child,...I never really got over its feel
Still i conceal my pain,but reveal them as thoughts.now im older..its real
Realizing the reality of my world,A dimension of tests,Im A vet to sorrow
Its the truth behind A abstract writers obsticles,So.Whats next tommorow?
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