My Vitality Theory

March 7, 2011
My hand flows across the paper effortlessly
These words only mean so much
They satisfy and caress me

“Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say”
Oh Jonny, sing this
Before these words fade away

Writing is a piece of my life
It’s taking over everything I know
The ink stains the wall with my second voice

It robs me of integrity
Everything’s on the paper
What’s left is lies and cruelty

I’m lying on this floor
With a weapon in my hand
These words burn right to my core

Oh, what have I become?

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