ReBUILDING

You send a wrecking ball right through my RedZone

Despite all the preparations my heart nonetheless crush into three unspecified pieces

I intend to use a shovel to merge the pieces together

I expect the sun to burn my fingertips crisp

Crunchy crispy is what the ground beneath me feels like

Your bedsheets are too white for my black greasy skin to lie on

You seek the truth and I refuse to lie

Through it all I will adorn my scorned face with a smile.

There is so much I can not contain

RedART will rise again

With my emotions RedART will maintain

Sustain

Keep me sane

Keep me on my lane

Eat pain like a feast as if I were Jocker or Bane

Blame. Game of blames. Lame. Pain

Pain.

Experience reminds me that this is exactly the best way to get rid of all this pain.

-RedART by Kelvin Mark. Mwangi

 

 

 

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