During times I escaped to where emotions carried a name
To where my actions non existing but yet my thoughts had aim
To when my lungs took a second to inhale the flame
To burn and exhale the silent weakness that was in shame
During times where skips occurred, silence was lord, eyes would simply record
To stamp the brain with images to smile to, images where words fail to describe who......
who? an arrow, spear, dagger to pierce through.
Innocent, beautifully cruel
The savage rawness of the gorgeous kingdom she would rule
destruction with simplicity, the fire that needs no fuel
Brilliance vanished to stand mentally blocked like a fool
I write of one....of a time, an experience,a space
where I existed with a mouthless face
like a kid in front of a candy store with an untied lace
I write of one.... a diagnosed emotion disorder case
I write of one, maybe a time
I write of one that committed the crime
Of what crime I speak you may wonder
I speak of "emotional manslaughter"