Inspired

I'm in a haze, dazed... feeling like I should blaze into the unknown as I spit this flow... inspired by fire, and the brutality of the beautifully sick mind that is the enigma of my day. 

I am alive in this death of a certain kind, that leaves me wanton, yet numb to the pain inside. I bleed crimson like any other, but honestly I'm above it. All the anger and hate, disgust and self-pity, the bridges burned in the name of pride. 

So be free to be you, as I do me, in the vibrant colors of holographic imagery. I am real and I'm not, only words on a page... nothing and everything to everyone and no one... will you hear what I say or just duck and runaway?