I am possessed by the spirit of PoeHe writes the poems I could never writeLike a raven on a dreary midnightEverywhere I go, he…
we all wear masks,layer upon layers,hiding our true selvesfrom the world.
the dream of you is what setsmy soul on fire. and i will burnfor you, so the world sees thebeauty of my raging light.
the enlightenmentof your soul is aspark — a lightguiding me home.