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A Prison Filled With Smoke

 I drew with a pencil that broke in the middle I drew with the shorter half that choked on the riddle I knew it was going to be harder to hide my fiddle I drew on top of a scar that had been ripped open too far I drew the stitches to cover the leakage in rage I made the lead to break I drew dark glasses to hide my eyes from lies that cover my face I drew empty classes where I teach freedom I knew no one would come and take the risk that it encompasses I drew the bucket  that has holes everywhere I drew the station that never sees a train only the pain of everything passing right through the empty tracks I drew a relation that is always in tension what should I say how should I pay what should I do not to stay I drew a blanket to cover my soul I drew a bullet to destroy the ghoul I knew someone will call me out I knew someone will shout I drew a chair where I can sit and think about being fair I drew a floor filled with gravity of good time smoke gathered around me suddenly, I ...
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There is laughter in every kill.
And sadness in every shrill.
You hate someone with a heart.
Love fades but hatred never departs.
Waking up with moist eyes.
Are emotions which never dies.
A covered wound takes longer heal.
As pain persists longer than you feel.


There is slaughter in every insult.
And ego bursts following an age old cult.
You love only to your dismay.
Drinking the potion not a word you say.
Everyday you evolve within.
As sentiments continue to lather.
You try to take the ship much farther.
As memories don’t let you think.
Destroying inner spirits in a blink.
Everyone falls in love.
Turning a blind eye to the everlasting dove.
Even if it seems incorrect.
Plunging into is resurrect.
Reality doesn’t bother.
As you hold hands forever.
You enter a pact with Yourself.
Breaking of which is an ugly reflection.
Every niceness is ruined after that portion.
Every defeat is a win.
Every armor is respect.
Only death should make you cry.
Life is how you ride to fly.
Love is power not possession.
Seek it with no repent over unheard decision.
Kill every spell insult none.
Trudge with true spirits and bow to The One.
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