9. Twisted Tongues
Twisted Tongues - 5. Maj 2016
I use Slam Poetry
As an attempt to define “me”.
But I don’t write my own story.
I write the story, beneath this worlds glory.
Seek for inspiration in its hate.
I leave out bait on a plate.
And just wait.
And when it comes, in twisted tongues.
Silent secrets whispered in the darkness.
I can’t understand a world so cold and heartless.
But I try.
And ally with the hurt to speak the word.
Of the things, I don’t understand
My only weapon, the pen in my hand.
Maybe one day my eyes will be open
I’ll be woken and discover a world less broken
But for now it would seem.
That world is only a dream.