Lyrical Weaponry

A poem inspired by using my words as weapons.

By Joe Tidei

Hyperbole suffocating the ink I spill
Overdosing on my words like the last pill

Hallucinations flowing from my head to the paper
Trying to find myself before my mind hits the vapor

Rhetorically I'm malcontent and foolish
Trying to find the right words before I lose 'em

My mind is like a puzzle without the pieces
Digging through my bullshit to focus on the thesis

Turning down all the voices just to hear the static
I'm torturing these verses, upside down, Houdini magic

With a flow strapped of metaphors and imagery
I'm caged without a key of my own decree

Channeling the adrenaline volting through my veins
Invincible to the reasoning that tries to keep me insane

Vanishing to another dimension to escape all my fears
I'm blind to the reflection standing in my own mirror

My words are weapons and my thoughts are the trigger
Immune to the viruses that try to kill my vigor