I Am Your Master

I am your master. A glorious disaster, Your beast on string A crippling disaster You are my puppet, my prisoner...my slave. Your decaying brittle bones beneath shallow frozen graves... And NO ...I can’t explain it, Its just a surge ...It’s an urge. It’s the beast within me. My instinct to purge.... Ahhh yes... I taste it, I’m obsessed... your praying to your faith... For a better place to rest? ...yet? So noisy! The voices Schizophrenic in my brain. My thoughts are cluttered I’m a mess, Twisted & deranged .... Riddle me this? Is it cold and scary when your dying all alone? Should we set your name in dirt Or cast into stone? I know exactly what your thinking .....inside your scattered head, Your probably wishing right about now You were already ing dead... Your face will be spread Across the 6 0clock news , And with all the havoc and panic I’ll drop em some clues. But still I’ll up their tormented heads Leaves questions un answered Leaves answers unsaid.... And While I’m digging your hole dropping you deep in the ground I’ll shovel real deep...7 feet So you’ll never be found. And time will go by, Your missing face on a poster, Your lifeless body will be Lost and never found!!! Just the spirit of your ghost. Rotting 7 feet under the ing ground!!!!!!!!! BY; SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS     ORTEGA-ZELE.  {11~13~19}