Poetic flow like a scorpion, stings slow pain runs thrue your vains, steady slow pace run out of luck, list the many dark poets who run but don't get stuck in the action thrue the streets of mud and aggressive passion, disgrace runs thrue across my vision and i take caution, like its quarantine area thrue my heart, I'll show you the passage way from the light of my eyes thrue the dark, i sense a smaller, darker yet stronger self being, like if im super small, super man, super calm being, i care less what others think of me, i like to be small, yet i bring powerful punches to your guts when you hear me call, im the nightmare to your reality defying whats fake or fiction, i come with many hatred life denying contradictions, and i fool you like its full of dark with a small candle illuminating, with my dark poetry so much brothers/sisters out there are hating, cause im light as a feather, yet dark as a tree in the night, light as a piece of paper, dark as the lead on the pencil tip, light as a candle lit illuminating the dark spot of my heart, being dark as the inside of a tornado, like bombs explosive, energy running thrue my arteries, could it be my history, or just my metaphors, lyrically im the temporary dark spot from your light place on your dark heart, meaning, i will light up as many points as i might recall destroying you, my inner self, im spitting out of the ordinary, im so smooth but im changing lanes like im switching planes, or like im twitching from the eye when i see my dame, my girl, for which is the one reason why im a dark poet, my dark poetry spark no light, thrue me, im dark poet.......

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"im spitting out of the ordinary, im so smooth but im changing lanes like im switching planes"

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