The eyes cast judgement
Staring
Judging with fire and ice
Like snakes in the sawdust
They feel,
They move in my shadow
And I call to them in hopes I'm a decent man
In hopes that I am not the monster in the night
The watch is a lurking gasm
Not or not ore. Not nor the gasm the decisions
Laughter.
It's a profiling decision
Forensic eyes and hairstyles too them
See the trends and I'm unsorted
Sort of clueless and unfriended
But I'm paranoid my itch to know
Has known no endless. Pit of rotten
Self ambition
Mired in delusion, no proof n, short of scrooge like self inclusion
Trying to rhyme as if
Get this
Self indulgence was a solution
Masked
But garnered rights
And carnivore types
And fangs so pokey tensing
Sought the war of me against myself
The bitter end
No death scene
Its a mixed becoming a man
Puberty a foul cave to hide
Say no more I understand I'm weird