Fresh

Shyner

Stumbled down the stairs
I bled
In me head i didn't know
My skin was split
Sticking to the surface
I burned like paper
Violated my veins
Drank a water
Cried wide awake
I hesitate to lie
When telling the truth
I die
Each and every time
Give me some truth
Give me some youth
I'm tired and lonely
My spirit is homely
Don't know me
Don't know you
I'm afraid of who
I'm talking too
Paranoia splits 
Traffic shifts
It's all unthought
Unknown
He said laughing
Do you know
I was young
I was true

Shyner

Some real
Not literally some
Its not you
Its me
Here we go
Pointing at one another
Let it rain
I want you to want me
As a friend
Dawning of the spring
Sings to me
Where sunshine burns
Art churns
Developing thoughts
That never replenish
Depth of soul
In a hole
Water me now

Shyner

Happy
Walking
Singing
Planting
Soul of mother
Replenishes hope
In the presence
I hear angels
Boys and girls
Always still
Painted
A pill
It don't kill
Wandering
Out of instinct
Telling you
On the brink
Of love
Siphoning blood
To beat
My heart stinks
It ascends
But full of holes
It sinks
Intentions good
Nature bad
I started glad
Then turned
Into
A garbage bag
So never take
What i say
To be you
Literally
Out of poem
Words erode
But mother here

Shyner

Out of detroit
Suburbs just miles away
Hell from the beginning
Excited to a fantasy
The process of flow
Existing in hope
Holding on for water
Thought become unknown
All the way
To the bridge
Spread my wings
Eclipsing lift
From hell to heaven
In the keys of ten
I went

Shyner

I am down here
In the bag
The needles sorround
Jab jab jab
I can't see
I can't walk
The holes in my soul
Language i talk
Jab jab jab
The maggots love me
I nurture them well
But I'm in this bag
Called hell hell hell
Jab jab jab
Lie after line
The lightning crying
Hesitate to waste
Another drop

It's my blood

Shyner

I've fallen from the sky
I feel a need inside
Like time has run out
But I'm still thinking
And I'm still breathing
Hello i am alive

Let the dirt in me
Help you believe
That freedom
Is to achieve
Something

While i drift
From above
I shower
In love
For it is
My drug
I do it alot
Hug your neighbor
And the furthest soul
From home

Shyner

My year is almost
Turned to dust
Leave my tunes
Behind
Settle in
Above the clouds
Pj playing loud
I'm proud 
Therye sound
Defines my youth
Not tattooed
Beautiful black
Expiring future

Rise up
It's over
All your pain
Is a gift