I’m living in a dead man’s body
my visions been clogging up for some time now
can I escape reality before my time is up
who did I die for?
who did I lose for?
how can I imagine this in another man’s innocence
my face is bloated from the trauma
my scars ain’t healing in his honor
I must shed my skin, while you hold me closer to a different life
visions cross my mind, I think of you all the time
I must find the truth so I could honor you
life is haunting, your presence is not
we live in a world of hate and have a savior of grace
I must find a way
Poetry by Camden 