Words spill from my heart the way blood gushes from the lacerations in my back.
Stab wounds caused by a knife..At least pull it out.
Words vomit from my mouth. I don't clean up the mess. I make a mess of you.
My words will paint a sharper image than paint on canvas.
Intensity will leave you blind, leave you deaf.
Now, look at my masterpiece and listen close.
- Kenyah I King Ho-Sang //
