Making me Nervous

It shouldn’t be this way
It shouldn’t be me looking at a tree wrapped in barbed wire saying its beautiful
Its making me nervous
Why is it so beautiful the way your scars look like nooses
Your hanging the bad days from your knuckles
He wants to be painter but instead hes a sniper
Shoot it up spit it out spread it free. Wipe your feet
Shackle your dreams
There’s a revolutionist in prison
Living in a casket where he said hell doesn’t judge from here
He graffiti tagged my heart with his spray can filled with change
He lit the bible on fire and told me to believe in myself he lit a cigarette of politicians and transformed it into a scripture. Banksy made art in the miracle dirt of the cities and Vincent made the night starry but hes the artists and Banksy’s a criminal.
I keep finding all these dirty things beautiful and wanting all the sunshine to disappear because I can see in the dark
Those scars like Braille down your chest where the hours at a canvas became lashes from society.Were all waiting for trains down here.
Something to take us away.Something to bring us near. There's a dancer in Baghdad and a writer in Colorado he says hes really a doctor but in the dark…were all monsters
So in the nighttime darkness hell be a writer…And I’ll be a poet.Well always be waiting for trains.In this darkness we can all be monsters