Dark Poetry

I'm up all night thinking loud, turning my thoughts into knives Counting out my pulse like evidence of all my crimes Papers drank my blood in ink, while I’m doing time inside my mind And silence cross-examines me with every single line I write These words are hollow points they don’t warn before they hit I’m not here to soothe your skin, I’m here to make it split The night talks back to me, it keeps the same thing on repeat So if it hurts to read this, good. That means the message is legit You asked for lullabies from soft hands with softer lies I only know how to carve the truth with the rhythm in my eyes I’m stitched together with bruises that the light cannot disguise Every scar’s a footnote, every wound’s a thesis I cite If my verses break your chest, then it makes it perfect design 'Cause this is dark poetry, it's meant to make you bleed in time. - Dusu Samuel Joshua