Wires Hang me from lines
Feeling my dysfunction
Misused like concubines
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Movement sublimes and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind
While
A thesaurus of recordings memoirs and movies wait cynically for the right time
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They all submit to my personalities
SHHHHHHHH
Whispers: They’re listening
Systematically
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Waiting for the right time
Always skilled at entering occupied areas
In spite of danger signs
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!PARANOID!
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And church can’t sooth me
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Secret missions scythe my mind and carve 666 in a pattern down my spine
Behind enemy lines
Camouflaged into the walls
Something dragged me aimlessly down haunted halls
Where faces plague me
Past images degrade me
And force me to repeatedly listen to Blue October
Hate me
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My emotions betray me
Then my thoughts berate me
I go adrift and they sedate me
My instinct violate me
And sensations date rape me
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Till I wonder to nowhere
And everywhere
And become wonder woman
Doing 100 on 71 South
Demons position curse word to my mouth
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I live in this hell
This hell!
Critically tryna’ blink myself into a southern bell
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God made me ugly so He could love me
And you can hate me
I despise ever being born
I’m constantly
And consistently
Begging God
To please relieve me of this thorn
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