why i live

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(i'm) being beckoned by my poetry--
triple phase of darkness
enthralling me; capable but
not able to ebb with the tide--
hearing too many voices echoing inside;
and hindsight makes me realize
just why evil thoughts materialize,
reasons why many die at random
eaten by the heart of a phantom

no syntax and unmetered is my stride
to complicate the query of my hide
but will this skill prove to pay the bill
making a phat deal to convey how i feel;
such innocence in dramatic flare
too much chagrin for one child
to bare; happiness escapes with every tear
man it's so lonely in hear

oh so caught up in the madness--
unable to strip my guise
when undress--the method
of survival is critical
pray that i stay at this pinnacle,
not to be led astray by any doubt
as i ponder what (my) life is about

nourished on dough unleaven(ed)
could it be your hell is my heaven?
how long have our souls been iced--
waned by false images of Christ?
bust how many reasons they give
but n'er an answer for
why i live.

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