PoeticMayheim
I'm Ghost
Polyphonic tones consume my zone in an age
where peace is a false release from the streets
caught up with vows never to tuck tail and bow,
but the belly of the beast is the place where
most 1st learned to rob to eat;
survival of the fit raised in the ghetto so they labeled
me a predestined misfit,
trapped to the lust of the cream as
it enters and exits my zone;
musical notes heard and consumed amongst the cloudy smoke
calming an insane spirit, listening hard but can't
comprehend what's heard, running for freedom
following the sun facing the north avoiding the mobs torch
maintaining even though kinetic energy is beginning to build
inside of me waiting to let it loose, but the trap is tightening
the noose round my throat and as I pray
for another breath, I hear my last choke
I'm Ghost!
where peace is a false release from the streets
caught up with vows never to tuck tail and bow,
but the belly of the beast is the place where
most 1st learned to rob to eat;
survival of the fit raised in the ghetto so they labeled
me a predestined misfit,
trapped to the lust of the cream as
it enters and exits my zone;
musical notes heard and consumed amongst the cloudy smoke
calming an insane spirit, listening hard but can't
comprehend what's heard, running for freedom
following the sun facing the north avoiding the mobs torch
maintaining even though kinetic energy is beginning to build
inside of me waiting to let it loose, but the trap is tightening
the noose round my throat and as I pray
for another breath, I hear my last choke
I'm Ghost!
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