Vision
Water on the teeth that bind my words
Floating away from the acid that got me burned,
I just want to fade into an existence,
Upon a vision.
Please just listen.
Once upon a blood stained page, I was judged for my disposition
My demeanor isn’t of age
And I won’t take the stage just to tell you I’m a star
I’ll scream it from the ink that I’ve put down so far.
Water in the air
Drink it like your last breathe
Here let me give you a sip
I’ve been slippin into fiction
Letting other people control my vision
Let me tell you what I deem to be my mission
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