Blasted mind
Words come forth like
Like a blasted mine

I lasted fine
Until the pain could not be subdued
And recently cracked my spine

From the heart chest
To my dark flesh

I bleed heartless
fleeing from sharpness

And cruel people who desire to park
In my lasting mind

I am a free spirit
But grounded warrior

I am a neat spirit
Indulging in all things superior

Art, linguistics, and philosophy, grants me ephemeral epiphanies

My motives are not quite inferior
Wittily do I do a multitude of different activities
So, I choose to stay true to myself willingly
Because all things emanate from what is from interior.