Turn Me On

Turn me on like a radio....you have heard the song before you just cant remember when. I am a rocking chair my gentle movement with no place to go. You can see a picture on the kitchen wall a resemblance of some one you might have known in the distant past. I look into a mirror what I see are broken bones,skin blistered from endless days of a hell I have survived . Toss me out into the ocean the serpents will shred me into pieces.plucking out my eyes a delicacy not for the faint of heart. My nails scratching into my flesh to relieve the discomfort of my tormented soul . What could I have ever done to deserve my punishment for a crime I have never committed. Drop me into the ground.scatter my coffin with the rich soil created by a god I have never known to exist. Do not pray for me I will never hear your voice you are a stranger passing time. Shopping in a store would bring you the happiness you can not find.Nothing exists. Life before death the world spinning no starting point just and endless movement . Can you imagine this. It's over........