Knife in my spine.
A stitch in time.
I may be sublime but I'm not fine.
Look into my eyes and you'll see them bleed.
Read my rhymes and you'll find me.
Within my mind darkness resides.
Painful memories of tragic times.
They are always on my mind.
They are why I cry.
I may be kind.
But you are disguised.
Your the reason I want to die.
Spread my wings.
I want to fly.
To broken skies within my casket.
Beauty so divine.
And pain so tragic.
Where do I find my balance?


© ZyhrenSong