Held beyond oblivion, shackles cut the flow, chains of rusted memories wrapped tightly around my windmill brain Squeezing life, in or out, pooling on a jagged earth Grimacing contorted gestures and pointed fingers heckle as I am dragged through the streets of my misshapen thoughts Over cobblestone alleys, dark lonely walls splattered in pig blood graffiti spelling my name wrong Dripping slowly, staining brick and off color facades changing by the day, exposing expressions of those shunned in the face of popularity