Split personalities; Conflict her realities

But her linguistics; Split anatomies;

Vertigo catastrophy; with haphazard analogies

Blindfolded and walking through my tragedy

Off the dock ; I’m off the clock casually

Awaiting my death; my last breathe is naturally

My first moment of clarity; I’m not afraid to die

Simple n plain when it’s that day it’s time

I hope my life shine through the darkness

That blinds you; finds you, after all:

I had the time to….

Rhyme To you.

 

-Nina