running/tumbling down
snatching life/love/learning
fragments in even
time replace
pieces broken I am
pixelated eyes
blur feet fumble
stable ground
to fail balance
blown face
first smashes
ground
rest
wake incomplete
pieces drifted by/away
wasted/lost again
sprinting/stumbling
toward tenebrific
base fear
naked/scarred/
crippled/sapped
feast for demons
ravage mind/soul
and I am placid
I consume/inhale/
absorb/ingest
darkness coursing
veins/corrupting cells/
tunneling vision/filling
stomach/choking vocal
chords/brimming body
I scream/cry/sweat/vomit
shade into shadows
standing shaky two
feet shuffle to light
over shoulder black
mirror shows scars
bared/shackles
broken/hands hold
empty I peel
sloth/gluttony/greed/
lust/envy/wrath/
pride new strength/skin
set course East of
North, away from cardinal
direction unknown
unneeded weight left
behind no
one crutch braces
promise to go on until
the end
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When are you going to slam? I hear a rhythm beating in your work ... I think the spoken word genre would be good for your soul.
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