Inside Me

I'm enlightened, freighted of the heightened possibility of hostility.

I'm fighting to write what I'm typing, inside is what's killing me.

Lose my mind, I don't choose to rhyme.

I was abused by the Divine.

I refuse to give my time to 'a lie that would have me die.

That's a crappy reply and I'm not happy to die for 'a sappy Goodbye.