Once upon a time
I felt at peace and so rested
But my spirit was shaken
And my soul was arrested
Then came the epoch in which I would be consistently tested
In which my anger was shown for which I detested.
I wish I was stronger to conceal it or to have suppressed it
But to ask such a thing from myself was too much to have requested.
I wish I had tamed my anger or at least kindly finessed it
But I changed to a schizophrenic lunatic who no longer had stressed it
I only sought to have blessed it
But instead I was scourged by the flame
And in my heart, no one had ever invested
And if I could go back and retrace the look on my face
Maybe one day I may not feel so out of place
‘Cause I feel my life is a waste when I was put on this earth face
We are all replaceable; I can so easily be replaced
By someone who is better in many ways including being spiritually chaste
But too many dreams I did chase
I ran too much and at too fast a pace
I also wish that my mind would always think heavenly
My words could be my weaponry
Because my life has been so sour
My lyrical waters have become so lemony.
Fluids that come forth from the linguistics I dispel
I only work hard daily to try and excel
But my heart is in heaven while my body dwells in its hell
Yet, I never took a second, to try offer my soul up to sell
I now live in an empty shell
Also known to be the reaping of what has been sown
Although I have fallen from grace many times in my life
Through my turbulent times I admit I had grown
When I feel like I’m seasoned
Well enough to go and tell
I will discuss my birth in heaven
And how quickly I was thrown into hell
I will be verbally combative
When my mind thinks back in retrospect
Looking into the future like a fortune teller
I see and hear nothing but disrespect!
Being gregarious yet nefarious
For the various persons I can show
Acting abysmally dismal and pathetically morose
By introducing the alien beings, those which I choose to show.
For although I am but one human being
I have several internal nocturnal minds interfering with conflicting thoughts
Some speak truths of intellectual wisdom
While others whimper of the fights we were forced to have fought.
I was born to be depressed and to have my voice suppressed
But although for most of my life I was oppressed
I have found ways to maneuver through the wilderness of the world
And have my anger pour forth through the fleshy
And skeletal coverings of my chest.
And although despite I fight for light ‘til the death of my life
I take note of respite in the love of my wife
For my neurological wiring has nearly withdrawn
And it kills me to know that tomorrow could be my last dawn.
SkTzO