The Night(mare) Before Hell

I'm misunderstood,
but my theories well known.
I'll always be me,
this resonates through my bones.

I'll forever be a rhymer,
words course through my blood,
and the truth thats in tow,
surges through like a flood.

I may not be smart,
IQ reads just over 11,
but this dumbshit knows the truth,
about earth, hell, and heaven.

I know of my flaws,
few too many screws loose,
but the only way to silence my soul,
abandon me now with my neck through this noose.

But even in my silencing,
another would take my place,
far too many would unite,
and join this poetic race.

So you see, i cannot stop,
even if i wanted too,
long as theres someone remaining,
in search of something true.