Cry a cloud
As loud as me.
But never stop believing.
Stay a baby,
Kicking
Seething...
'Til one day your sight is blasted
From the light that's being casted
On horizons...
And if you can see it.
Floor it. Gas it.
Right into the glow
Where nothing's placid.
Fountains turn to acid.
Pour it in your glasses.
Chug it down
And note the sound
When all your innards break into a spastic dance.
Imploding lungs.
Burning livers.
Shivered tongue
Soon delivers
Through a vocal quiver
The cancer in your rhyme...
Not bad! Keep up the work and you'll be a writer in no time. I am digging this somewhat.