Allow me to introduce who I use to be,
The Ghost of Christmas Pasts comes back for this...

Looking through this mirror as if it's a window,
What I see isn't me, because im trapped in this...

Imagine a poem without a metaphor,
or simile...

Without it I rule my domain,
With it I would rule the world...

The death of society: Mainstream Music.
Why be in the limelight, just to abuse it...

I have the world in my hand.
I repeat it...

There lays a dog, bleeding, and barely foaming out...
Abused by his owner, beaten, and not allowed in...

I had a dream you were in...
In this dream, you played the girl I loved, and I...

Because slowly sinking is this sleuth searching...
What lies above the line, and who's standing by...

History is a nasty bathroom stall,
And I'm just looking to put...

Art hands,
Man oh man how I enjoy these art hands...

My pen fell slowly as I rose with equal pace,
To display my arrest...