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[wasabii]

within the confines of a broken mind
i design. no, God designs.
these rhymes will last through time
for i
i sit in the dark to wait for moments like this
divine inspiration the moment i seize
to spit it out like it is
to not hold back what reality [what i think is reality] is.
crying for attention
attention span of those who get detention
lame but not
trying to be
i've got
nothing really, all just a front
thought-life suffering from the hunt
of the devil for idle hands and idle hearts and idle heads.
to fill with ideas that should never be said.
that is why it leads to hurt
unspoken it corrodes away, so absurd
things of the past strike me with fear
as i suppress it, hide it with tears
no reason.
another cry for attention
because of apprehension
looking around up down left right around and around
feel the tension
building forming oppression
myself against myself against you
you who love me
know that i am not free
a prisoner with the key
yet still with broken knees
where would i be
otherwise if i knew where to go
i wouldn't show you
where i was going
anway.