He was chosen is consumed. He does not see the truth only the words he choses to share with the world. I am a man. a friend. A shadow and the truth. see how many things i can bind with my verse, for i am thought that has crept in your mind. a voiceless ageless presence of life. Do not mistake this for a poem built of verse, these are my words i want to share with the world. As rappers like to tell us it is hard growing up. Losing your friends and living in this life. But we are the genaration that was built for the kill. To make a chnage i nthis world that is ruled by our fears. I am a dark poet a voice i nthe dark. The shadow of hope that has burned all my life. I do not feel fear or the pain of this life. i have buried my guilt and now march for my life. i nthis war we call life with our words that we hide. scream them out loud and you'll see they wont die. So for that i am breathless. A martyr of life. A soldier of fate and the devil in disguise. With these words i speak the truth and i bind them in rhymes. That is what it means to be poet of night. so take up my words and let them creep in your mind. We are totally bretahless and screaming inside.
shadows of verse
The Dark Poet
Byron
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