Scratch Pad

too much bull I attract

under too much attack

why fight I know how to write

use your drama

to put you in a coma

turn your day into night

your despair into

your worst nightmare

take one from your pair

turn your sight to a glare

you can try but don’t you dare

I’m wicked with a pen

clever and don’t care

when you saw it

you should have left it there

instead you picked it up

now you must prepare

I know too much to not

know enough

this generation is without fear

woke up and knew

that the end was near

no longer look  &  see the same

no longer effected

by things that have changed shape

like someone who has been raped

never the same again

changed from within

turning into something

no one understands

the architect blueprints and plans

those who do have the upper hand