Distract me now if only for a few seconds let this chaos keep kicking up the dust continue the scattering and never let it settle. Distract me again just a couple minutes longer let pulsing veins feed the beating which is cracking open my heart the same heart that enclosed you now sets you free.
Distract me Divert me Detour me from this jaded circle I'm Spinning.
Be my decoy.
I've freed you, but who can free me? now so entangled, so trapped, I forget how to see. These artist's hands smeared with the shades of shame This poets dreams only dungeons of deep doubts and disapointments and I can sense the echo of it's bass in the hollow of my soul and feel how the erosion of silent suffering has made a shallow hole
Distracted too long and not even the phoenix song can raise my spirits from this new-found gravity. This pressure creates a wave of liquid fire threatening to burn me with flames to inspire but without hope, these dreams, these hands, cannot hold what they desire
Hoplessly distracted and time spent wasted seems exponentially extended. The spell of worry and hesitation has overcast my mind letting the gloom sink the sunshine. Selfishly baiting negativity, I wore a mask. I pretended.
Distract the demon this time, hold him off as long as you can to escape his hold on me is my only plan feed me full of courage, strength and wisdom, I want my belly to ache and maybe then my voice can make his grip slip and this earth quake. the ground will shake, this mask will break, opening my senses to the universe that I can make.