til nothin remains

As the pages cry like blood from the pain in red ink.
 Imma release this shit til nothin remains in me.
 Sheet after sheet fillin another reality full.
 From my world to the endured splatter of stool.
 From the bowels of my pen emptied to the drought.
 I will never resist the urge to relieve muted sounds.
 Spit like a mime under surveillance on the hush.
 As the ballpoint reaches to connect with the touch.
 I'm no poet in the design of the letters curve.
 I'm jus tryin to rid self of the fucked up shit inside of me where it hurts.
 Cuz where I live in my mind is forced by the situation.
 Not of my doings but by the choice of half steppin relations.
 Diggin in to a rhythm without a flow.
 Jus words on display slidin down the tongues taste on a roll.
 As the crisis in mind is breakin the silence of intentions.
 Cripplin what eyes can not see beneath my expressions.
 I'm runnin in the smoke mentally thru the fire.
 N it's the only damn strategy I have as the legs have been spinnin for miles.
 To reemerge with the blueprint of me in hand.
 Is all the same as havin a footprint to where I've been as a man.
 Sketched within this wordplay as detailed as I am real.
 Yes, I need a way out, n yes, a lil to much, I feel!
 Yet not once have eyes ever looked away.
 The mirrors image is with me as my bff n keeps me tamed.
 I'll shatter the glass when the ink runs outta my minds thoughts.
 N I'm truly done payin the fuckin cost!