freedesire

Words escape me when I think too deeply for far too long. Sometimes I contemplate whether the things I inspire are wrong. A perfection to acheieve in the world of precision. But, yet I wait for the world to make its incision. To cut into me and allow the freedom in my veins to bleed. Bleed me out dry until I die a saint with my people freed. I await the creep of content to crawl into the confines of my chest. And there it latches itself like a parasite, a lovely pest. I realize that the world has more to understanding. If It ever hopes to escape reality's command. So, I write these words to sing my heartsong. In hopes that humanity won't be in chains for too long.