. . .Just how I feel. . .

If I spoke these words
my lungs would crack and collapse
I perfer to bleed deep
Black Ink
Seep into my Genius
Characteristic is monumental
Close ya eyes and be sentenced to sentimentals
Lyrically splittin each line on this page
I'm a Fable of a feeble mind
Things rush through me
I see my thoughts
My letters are like penicillin
I may not need
But I'm eager to heed the reasons
to Breathe easy
Readin this piece
rememberin to speak Easily. . .