I was walking down the street and i realized what it had done to me. Carborators and steel words, they were inflamed in my throat, but two times as powerful as that acident that I had done.
Or was it on purpose?
I cant tell anymore because what it is and what it's not is meshed into silence.
I brought it up to the good one and the other claimed it false.
I fought my way in but clawing out is a different cycle.
I want this to taste like sanity, fibers of fear stretch across the bedding of this body. Without corners folded neatly and windows washed clearly, bring me this satelite thats recording my regression, this abuse that is embedded in a certsin valuable location.
I want it now, more than anything but what I need is a checkbox marked blank stares as it reaches my lungs. Captivating strides and notes just as powerful. I need to brand it in and cut it out.
By force or by nature.
It is sick, it's psychology, leave the witness crying. Tell their subconscious it could have been them instead. It's ruthless and confining, bringng me to fresher level on low. I think I need it now, sitting still in the jury knowing all too well. It never attacks... just once.
So, this is a work in progress, but a friend of mine challenged me to somewhat write a poem to something about myself that I don't like, and this is what spewed out of my head just randomly and I just typed away and posted with no fixing of anything. Plus it needs a title any suggestions?