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I have to acknowledge

my own mind,

before I lose sight

of the ticks of time,

facing the lord for aid

is a crime,

shadows surround me

with delight,

they toss me

to this sharpen vines,

ripe my flesh open,

tear my spine,

drinking and feasting

to my wine,

flesh tearing open

like the skies,

mouth seal shut

for the time,

for I am been in prison,

and there are no rays of light,

feel the saliva

drips of mice,

trying to recollect,

think of happy times,

yet chains refuse

for I continue my path,

shouting to this seal force,

hoping for my words,

to fly through the cracks

of this walls,

wishing for my lord

to hear my calls,

death sentence

was my verdict,

since the day,

I refuse to pray,

now I lay here,

dangling with strong strings,

links to the death pits,

faith rapidly jumping fences,

Inject my mind,

dim the venom inside,

let the gremlins find

there own piece of time,

elect the correct potion,

so my mind can clear on the ocean,

decrease the dark ink,

flowing through the streets,

of my wounded veins within,

traveling like afternoon traffic,

corridors of my mind,

being captivating inside,

trying to be the mastermind

-che