20800
3
Discovered a magical mechanism wandering through alphabet soup
Found my tightest rhyme spellbound within an abbreviated prime
The allure of burying my heartache in these stanzas has me luring my dry tears and soothing headaches into potent capsules
In a reflection appears sorrow rinsing overcasts of pain from my clouded worldly views
See anger is nothing without a hint of rage sprinkled in so my red eyes are well seasoned like raw pro-teens
As an artist trapped within poetic motif I draw pen to paper simply because the laws of attraction makes sense that way
Tired I'd rework it a bit, so I'd take my tee off to undress then double you because three's company and suddenly things got wired up
Ill intercourse dictions I flew through page breaks unprotected in fire as poetic transmission
Like pictures my words say thousands so I draw "on guard" because my words are my sword
Translation: On Guard
