I Was

I was

brok-en,

take-n,

mak-ing

music out of sorrow

and sick,

twist-ed,

wick-ed,

want-ing

to be seen

as blood drips

out of my mouth

and in all

my magic mayhem.

I was told I was a force,

a storm,

a gathering of

an ancient soul

and a crying child

just

hop-ing

to be heard.