I spend most of my days at my desk in a daze
writing the best of my rage off my chest to the page
It's nothing less than a method of venting my pain
Escaping the mess imbedding my brain
The rest of the time, is simple and plain
I just end all the cries by stating my bane
I'm dependent on rhymes, I call them my chains
Holding each line as I fall once again
It defines my emotions, as only it can
It's all that I have when I see the end
I call it my time, I call it my way
It defines my emotions, falling away
Written devotions calling my name
I call it a sign that I've come back alive
Griping the pen to get through the night

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