My minds a paradox
I think in words with no vowels
I'm drugged on fake smiles
Like amy whinehouse
I perform on small stages
With no sound and no crowds
I heat up under pressure
Like steam in clogged valves
I dnt fear death
Its like a gun with no rounds
Survived death um damn
Sorry I lost count
I'm upside down
Seeing heavens flames n hells clouds
So I'm not sure
If I'm heaven or hell bound
My hearts in the right place
I know I'm profound
Feeln so cold
Think I may need a sno plow
Just searching this poem
For a way and the right noun