My mind has become twisted with enlightened reality Thoughts so provocative and visions of blooming hypocrisy I have the urge to wake and assume my history Jagged pills of past mistakes have never gone down so easily I could fly so high with misguided fury So tempted to learn about the metallic taste of my misery Beautiful to some has become so rigid and fake Beauty to me is flawed honesty mixed with your worst mistake Create a world worth loving that bends it’s rules for religion I will find a way to kill your spirit or at least blame me for your decision Forgiveness comes when blood has been spilled So I’ll paint the walls with mine and hope your soul is thrilled. By ( M.J. Garrett )