Trying to concieve what lies within,
No belief in the eyes of sin,
Each day, I despise the dim,
I wake up, and skies are grim,
Close my mind and rise to win cuz I know my time is thin.

Faith shattered,
Brain scattered with strained patter.
So much mundane chatter,
So I blaze batters to escape matters.

Buried in no man's land,
But must demand to make a stand.
Gotta write till I break my hand so that I can shape what's planned
A mission to escape the bland,

Remain hidden, pain ridden I make riddems

To soothe my soul
Contend with reality so I don't lose control
The news is old
So must make sure my views are bold,
So I can make my own way and can fuse my soul,
Must choose my goal

Wisely, cuz I'm sick of the same lane,
I feel like my brains tame,
So I spit truths to raid your mainframe.
You play the blame game,
While I blaze flames just to maintain

I strain for concise sight
Lacking spirit, I clutch barbs for resilience.
In dismal times,
I close my eyes n search for brilliance.

Beauty still lives,
But must be created not segregated.
Inactive intellects,
Living subdued and seperated,

I see the sightless
I have a light wrist,
N thus I must write quick
In the nights mist
If I have any hope left to fight this

Abundance of ignorance
It exists to breed the dense
So I condense to spawn sense
Get my head incensed so that I can raise the fence

The limp lack function
Incapitated and brain faded
Soul contorted, dreams distorted and mind aborted.