I Like It A Lot

My soul bleeds. Why do I?

As I skip the intro, I write a line.

Breaking my mind as I'm travelling, I'm taking in time, dabbling at rhyme.

Frustrating like mime. Just say something!

I'm grass fed, despite what they say, I'm 'ma wear a mask over my head and inhale my breath.

As I display holding my chest.

I give way and fall to my death.

What a weight lifted as I meet the gate, twisted like my fate, was it all in my head?

Suggested like a river bed directing my thinking.

Said "Like it or not, you're going where the blinking ends."

But I like it a lot.