PRISMS

"lyrics is all,

McVeigh DaVinci,The ways I empty, shells everywhere I could trace the tense B, my wrist prove in speed with lists of tempts  greed, through mist I'm blitzed to get through fits when the dents flee, convinced that I'm that deep, repents when I'm at peace, should vent when I can't sleep but I'm bent so I can't leave, 

Sick and twisted mind ballistic, the signs been there should of stayed aware could of fixed it, them stares and pictures leave fears and mixtures, don't dare to miss it them glares they mist s**t, in fogs I'm mystic I'm what the joker invented, so I'm solely controlling in autumn flowing through districts, no one knowing the real s**t, I'm storing and reeling bricks, appalling and peeling fences while balling and hitting Kent, 

Author's Note

MIND OF MUSIC.. I can't restrain myself at times. So many words flood inside, I don't know why I'm this way but I am.. So I write

Reviews

[Stephen]

Nice. It's good to just write. It helps. I really liked this poem. Thanks for sharing!

[silent poet]

Thank you for reading :)

[dead scribe]

sick and twisted mind ballistic... awesome line

[silent poet]

Thank you much..

[BLitZeD]

nice, written like a champion

[silent poet]

Thank you! Appreciate that