I heard

I hate my dreams - sweet thoughts burn in the flame of Resistance - leave my finger print dragging in the streams - -of my blood - no rest from the sound torched pestilence - I think it's just evident - that we fall - some never rise - but not much to my surprise - I realized that some bodies bladed weak - can't make it through week - - if they high don't peek - sounds of my mind trying to tweak - coming to a sudden screech - stand on the opposed of those who preached - look - look -look - - Look at how far I reached - Look at how far I reached - made to the beach - out of the water of disparity - taking refuge on a sand less beach - a red sun dragging on me - with little voice saying - please believe me .