RMC

Relied and died a thousand times
since I initially told the world goodbye.
Victory has always been a crime
on my brain in ways so maligned.

I don’t deserve the world is pearl
on a plate so pristine and irrate
are the devils inside this old world
I don’t desert or leave late.

I take the sun everyday as praise
the Lord must have let my head raise
though in a foggy haze
I take a flip to take trips everyday.

Lead me into pastures wild and free
inside or outside the city.
We will survive inside as pretty
and be known as wise and witty.

Let go no show will ever glow
like the ones we know we grow hold
of the old ones we knew and bestow
a word a sword to grow in toe told.

My suicide I subside and collide
tonight with all my inner might side
with me and be free with things I see
that bring me to sing like Angels sigh.