Those Lines That I Before

Those lines that I before shaped from thin powder 

and made part of me for you to lose instead

act their way through my veins like wrecker

of the original words of truth, to create new ones freed

from thinking this reality is all we should focus on

where I have more chances to catch time by wasting it

or at least that’s what would appear seeing me upon 

agony of after effects I was given to turn into a sheet

because they say to fulfil your life and not just bethink

the risk of it becoming an addiction as a worthful page

whose cut hurts the most, but my blood is like ink

denying the habit of looking at the scenery as a cage

I only find escape from in what can drag me away

once and for all I won’t control what I portray