I realized sometimes...
I am as a card dealt with a perculiar suit,
a suit of black darkness, yet not a spade
or a club...just me.
Alone; created by the dealer to be so...
my tears are not so much tears,
they are liquid metaphors to remind me..
As I remember being on the hand of fate, face down
then flipped over to see the light of the world,
I recall my first second of existance..
I died then, and I am still dead now.
The rotation of reasoning
interpretations of morality
being good verses being evil...
confused me.
So I died... I died because I lost what it meant
I forgot what it was.
The innocent luxury of nonexistant tranquility
slipped away when my soul was introduced;
now.. as a warrior and a heart that pumps
not blood, but ink.. I rise once more
to reclaim my spot in the suit of humanity
to resemble the universal card of normality
and most of all...
To Be Free...




People just aint commenting cause most expect a rap here but your a dope poetic.
