En Garde

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