Delightful Torture Poem by Bron Dayvid

I am tormented by words they corrupt my every thought
Calling me into the blackness into tranquility
Were mentally there is no capacity
So my thoughts are intelligence at its finest form
I turn words into metaphors and poetry is formed
I transform the dictionary into art so visionary
So colorful so beautiful so magnificent
Sometimes irrelevant to you all so it may seem
But to me all my poems have a reoccurring theme
They all came from the ink that bled from my heart
They all come from the blackness where my mind goes dark