Much to say,
can't get it all out in a day.
It will take years,
to ink out my love, hate and fears.
My minds churning,
this heart and soul is learning,
my pens burning.

Pens so hot in hand,
I take the heat and stand.
Go ahead and word,
even if I'm not heard.
I could die tomorrow,
I've got to ink away all this sorrow.

Most of it is in diguise,
under the cover of love,
so much I hate and dispise.
Sometimes it almost brings tears to my eyes.
The pandora box is loaded,
but it will not be exploded.

In my cover up,
I try to chocolate coat the corrupt.
Write in fantasy,
of a frame of mind in love escatasy.
The more I do this write,
the less my heart and soul want to fight.

I'm falling for my own words,
but the devil rushes his evil herds.
Right now I'm winning,
writing away hate sinning.
I feel I'm gaining,
but it's still raining.

I hear my soul crying,
my heart tries defying.
God's on one end good,
the devil is hacking at my mood.
I know my course,
even if I fall off the horse.

G