I blend vision with reality, for sake of the art
You can feel my intensity, I write from the heart
From imagery of being locked inside of a cell
To images of when a heaven turns to a hell
My emotions run wild, leaking out of my words
Though I try all the while to control this dark urge
I tend to write with some hateful intentions
When thoughts are raised to hateful dimensions
So feelings are transformed to words in the end
Those thoughts are transfered to paper and pen
The process performed portrays private healing
Projecting perfectly my personal feelings
You can call it depression, realeased from the mind
I call it expression, a stitch to save nine