Protagonistic Antagonist



I work the ink to design what most deny

Melancholic state, deep seeded dirty sides

You try to hide it behind your lies

But it’s my voice that screams your cries

Like a battle war-ing up inside your minds

Too afraid to embrace that it takes all kinds

Like only yours is the virtuous all others’ blinds

Too afraid to seek in, fearing of those finds

A pen to paper, fingers to the keyboard

Words constructed, vocalized for hoards

Come hop on I promise you won’t be bored

Conformity to factuality cannot be ignored

Your oblique existence,no longer stored

Good versus evil screaming nevermore

Could you put it all out there, willing to hit the floor?

Or do stand back pointing, keeping your”split self”behind closed doors?


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