Please don't talk about him.
My brain, my eyes, my fist,
Strain.

Expose me not to demons but your divinity,
That of you which belongs to another realm,
Another cloud, another time.
Expose yourself not to those eyes and that hair,
He endows himself the world and gives not
Care.

Ease me, or at least
Tolerate.
Because, honestly,
You please me,
And you see me
And lead me away from death.

And I don't want to die.

After the snapshots of North Carolina,
And the explanation of parasitic brainwashing,
I found the section on beef.

I found the young man, a photographer,
Whom had moved into an apartment with a girl
And her yellow shorts.

A barbeque, a welcoming party.

And my innocent blood froze when I saw
That gray dress with polka dots
And those legs from underneath it,
And the short-cut, red-brown hair,
Pale skin and back-of-the-neck
Of the woman whom I conceded my faith
My will, my being,
And my hand.

I closed the magazine and walked away,
Stunted.

"Are you Mormon?"
"Nope."
"Sweet."

If I search my depths I cannot find
the reason why I hate you,
I know I've searched and I know I've tried
And I know I can't escape you,

It's been years and years it's been
And I know that things have changed
And I know that hatred is the source,
Of my unyielding pain,

But I can't let go of this feeling
When I see your face,
The blood in my heart begins to boil
And rush up to my face,

It hurts again and it hurts like then
And I feel some sort of hell,
And I feel those feelings come out like steam
And scream from deep in their cell-

"I want you gone or I want you dead-
Not in this life or any,
But inside of me your fingers remain
and have done damage aplenty."

I hope you hear these cries I make
For they cannot ever be spoken,
And I hope you know I mean no harm
But my peace can bear no token,

I am here and I am strong
And I am loud and I am Marshall,
But yet I break with ease,
I hope you know I'm trying my hardest
And please grant me some kind of peace.

There's a reason I like girls who look like you.

I was seduced
And I seduced.
And I lost and she gained
And so I stole back something else.
*Assurance.

I want to be seen,
I want everybody and everyone
From miles between
To see
me.

I want to be spotted
I want the world to know
That inside,
I am Blotchy
and Rotted.

And I want to be kissed
and missed
But not much,
I want to make it on her list
of the ones shes
Kissed
and the ones
she wished
she'd kiss again.