Jacob's poem 2

My words, deadly sketches
A virus with(in) control
Spreading rue full villination
By pressures realized in circles
My design, conform to this
In time.


Are you able to neglect
A spreading message
Worlds out from your mind
Decide, learn in time
My words, the formation
A way to channel bliss

You are the sound that drugs me
Control lost in grief
I can't wake up, or make a sound
You are my enemy

I want to be
What I said I would be
You're blocking me
From what I said,I would be
So I'll strive to be
What I said, I was me