Twisted

bottle up my thoughts And keep them hidden within So later, I can pour them across lined paper And watch as my soul becomes art. Escaping the disappointment of reality by fueling my creativity I process the world through the eyes of a character in a book The most compelling nonfiction is me. Every up and down I go through persuades me to write. It's like I'm made up of letters Spelling out all I could never say out loud It all lives inside my head A never-ending string of ideas, I hope it dies Ceaselessly, I write out all my bleeding sins and daily broken pain None of these careless moments taken in-vein Found on my knees begging to the man above Mend my broken soul of this god forsaken undeserved love Gazing down are all the blind fallen tears My soulless heart pays for your state of affairs Could be all your unspoken lies Time frozen, and my beautiful chaos sighs Gave you my coldless heart so you know , i loved you from that first day in the drivethru, from the very start