I raced out
the door
spitting
out blood
all I heard
were screams
from the
woman I love
young tears
witnessed
domestic
imperfection
why has the
outcast
grown to be
so reckless
the black sheep
the one
that got away
never
really returned
from the
last time I went out to play
puzzle
without closure
blade with
no sharpness
star without
exposure
pacifist
gone heartless
am I
priceless art, or am I scribble
I am
everything you hate
from the
time I was little
played for
keeps
scrapping
on the street
till we
bleeding on concrete
got to cut
out
cause I can
hear the sirens
street life,
drugs, alcohol, and violence
damn, I was
my mother's first born
now I look
at myself
as the cause to why her hearts torn
my mind is
sick
my heart is
worse
angels
crying in the heavens
cannot
describe the hurt
lights
flashing
lives
crashing
purple
moon, violet skies
life hurts,
and everybody dies
dreams and
promises
I tried my
best
but they
blew up in my face
and punctured my chest
I played
with the current
now I am
drowning in the flood
with
everything to lose
tonight I
cry blood
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