Blood behind my words Heals less than it hurts Yet I am not deterred Imprisoned like a bird By myself, and my hands And my hell, and my plans Never shifting stance Given chance after chance I am a catastrophe Of infinite imaginings Birds inside me chattering A frenzied flock of thoughts Caught up in the entropy Of having my identity Wait for me to set me free The hours fade indef’nitely Not renowned for my healthy copin’ Storm inside me blowing me open Here's to hopin’ I won't give up hopin’ How many things do I find myself roped in? I am I -deally alive I am I -ying the exit door I am I, me myself and my ten billion angles I want to explore I am why -dening mindsets and eyes I am why -Ning some p̶i̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶ powerful cries I am why I am questioning whys And some of the sides that could bring one's demise You… You… Yeah… I'm talking to you! No. Idea. Who… But I am… And I'm talking to you.
