This is but my masterpeice
That took a life to write
This is my desperate poem
Seeping through, tonight
In my cell I whisper
And through my pen it speaks
A thousand words to drift away
The boundaries of unique
Every word that I write
My paper breeds anew
A masterpeice is born
And my thoughts become too few
This is but my masterpeice
It took a life to find
Emotions circle through the night
And wisp around my mind
So many more emotions
I wish that I could keep
But every word I write to you
Leaves more I couldn't speak
A thousand thoughts drift aimlessly
Each with a possibility
Whizzing through their passion
I yearn to let them free
But as I write this masterpeice
Thoughts that could be mine
Shall float away, above my head
And soon be left behind
Through this so transparent life
I tried to let it free
I tried to heal my evil thoughts
With my poetry
My heart turns black with hatred
Though my words scream through with light
And this is but the masterpeice
That sings aloud, tonight
My life is but an empty space
To fill a perfect spot
My life is but discarded
And thrown upon the top
My life is inspiration
To no one but myself
To lift above the pile
And rise above this Hell
My life is a disease
That screams for every cure
A disease shall find no remedy
Except diseased and broken words
Why do I sit at night
And recite this to myself
Still sitting, on this pile
And wallowing in Hell
Why do I linger
With no where else to go
Should I try, to get away
Or will words be all I know
Will words be all that I can feel
With teardrops down my cheek
Where has my emotion gone
Into what crevice has it seeped
Where has my emotion gone
I am left with but my pen
I shall write and read my thoughts
Time and time again
And while no one else will read this
I'm sitting in my cell
Waiting, for, a reason
To rise above this Hell
Could you provide a reason
Could your provide an ending
Could you provide a response
To the question than I'm sending
Could you answer all my thoughts
Are you just like me
Do you live inside a cell
For life, eternally
Do you bleed with tears
Yet find no more than that
Does emotion come, a knocking
Though never coming back
Does everything that you believe
Follow right ahead
Are you but a passenger
Of the living, to the dead
Do you wish for someone
To lift you from this cell
Oh how I wish that for myself
To rise above this Hell
And how I wish I'd thought
Of another masterpeice
One to inspire, more of me
And let my thoughts release
But thoughts cannot survive
When they keep whizzing by
When everything I tried to keep
Has left me in short supply
This thought that is my masterpeice
Has bloomed on sunny grass
A rose, to pluck and pluck away
The pedals of my past
The rose shall some day fade away
And leave me with the dirt
The dirt shall dissapear on me
Into a thought, it shall revert
This thought is my flower
Strewn across the floor
This thought is my masterpeice
This thought is nevermore
 
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