Self Portrait
Twisted
Grotesque
Fate and pain embracing
Going for a stroll inside my head
My mind lurks in the darkness of insanity
My veins are rivers, flooding my deliberations
On my knees I confess as I thrust the knife yet deeper
Overflowing red raindrops falling
My eyes sunken
Screams .... va-te'n va-te'n tite ange
My heart rendered useless
Glass shatters all around
As the walls close in
I long for the swamp
Hidden away from humanity
I carry a heavy burden wrapped in chains
As I look into myself
I strangle him
Falling upon tainted soil
I lie twisted
Notes: va-te'n va-te'n tite ange is Cajun French, meaning " go away, go away little angel"
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2014
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