Yack! Yack! Yack!
I keep hearing the words you
do not want me to hear.
There were so many things
You not knew from me!
All that talk and no walk-
nothing left in your reality,
but illusions and delusions
of what you saw in me.
There seems to be one,
whom has trouble understanding
your psychotic mind with all these
promises that met nothing,
smiles, acts, and game for a nil-
yet, who stands tall even with
this curse, I now counterfeit-
you think there is power above God,
those are blind even in the
brightest light of the Holy Spirit.
If you are suppose to be in my
life, I will be sure to wait for you
where the light is dim (in your eyes),
that is where you will have no
choice but to follow me, or
risk being broken and spilled out.