I realized sometimes...
I am as a card dealt with a perculiar suit,
a suit of black darkness, yet not a spade
or a club...just me.
Alone; created by the dealer to be so...
my tears are not so much tears,
they are liquid metaphors to remind me..
As I remember being on the hand of fate, face down
then flipped over to see the light of the world,
I recall my first second of existance..
I died then, and I am still dead now.
The rotation of reasoning
interpretations of morality
being good verses being evil...
confused me.
So I died... I died because I lost what it meant
I forgot what it was.
The innocent luxury of nonexistant tranquility
slipped away when my soul was introduced;
now.. as a warrior and a heart that pumps
not blood, but ink.. I rise once more
to reclaim my spot in the suit of humanity
to resemble the universal card of normality
and most of all...
To Be Free...