Embodiment of a Song

Poetry flows through me
Like the blood in my veins,
Like the water that makes up all of my muscles & membranes; 
It starts from the heart,then travels to the brain
Where emotions are perceived from happiness to pain,
In turn starts anxiety,to failure,to blame
A haunted house of darkness,who's doormat reads "Insane";
Through eyes I've seen,& ears I've heard 
This is what the world wants me to believe, to put stress my nerves; 
"That system won't effect mine!"
My conscious tells me,
My body is a temple,to he who believes;
I begin to pick my soul up from the bottom of my feet
Cartilage moves in my cheeks, 
And then through follicles out my teeth;
"Who can hear this boy preach?"
My speech is for whoever it can reach, 
But most importantly,poetry is for me!