Inside my dark empty skull,
shuffling old thoughts
Flirting with fire and flares
that float on words in my head,
soake in tears
Choking on flaws of deceased memories
that never rest in graves
Trying to tame the flames of shame
on which my past clings firmly
Fair enough to fight all my mental foes
and embrace the Ötzi style of demise
"Hatch the troubles of the past
from the cells you hold them inside"
My naked conscious self keeps reminding me
There is an immense chaos between my ears
War is the highest form of struggle
I'm strangling time
taking away its breath
using the hands of Chairman Mao
Delving backwards in time for his wisdom
Wishing layers of my toxic thoughts
would have their scales peeled off
The leeway of this relay
with my past is so vast
and it delays the decay of the old self
that is trying so hard to erase
©lamin
L