After dark/silence becomes an art/with me as the artist/ my pencil plays a part in this creation/ contemplating the right presentation to begin my shit/ blessed with this gift of using sentences to tell what my feelings is/ shiiii/ this is my soul transformed/ im old but newborn/ inside this shelter from the storms of reality/ growing with every new piece written/ living in new dementions/ erasing wrong decisions/ even going back to the begining if thats what i choose/ i made the earth move/ to the sounds of my blues/ once i found out how to use my thoughts/ and we dance alone after dark/ silence becomes an art with me as the artist/ my pencil gets heartless and tells all my secrets/ revealing my uniqueness to stop time/ giving away a peice of my peice of mind/ shiiiiii/ this is my private session with alphabeths/ all my confessions with no regrets/ my garden of eden/ if seeing is beleiving then my readings are conceiving/ and my spirit is bleeding words/ but no cries are heard/ not wanting to disturb/ MY SILENCE!!!