Smith's and Alzheimer's

Written by: verlecia fields

standing at the end
of a real life
open-eyed nightmare  
is a group of, broad-day, mind killers   

how many of my kind have you time-warped
into sanity...
who gave you the wights 
to strip away my rights
when i(I) have committed no crime

dirty are my Intravenously, Musically poisoned entrails
that have been molecularity sinned, and thoroughly chewed through  

i (I)am in horror
of my in entombment of the mind 
and could not believe 
that in passing are vines of venomous deceitful
crawling witnessless, by way of pushing carts in Stores of Alzheimer's  

i(I) am ashamed 
for i(I) have shamed my ancestors 
for they are genetically murder 
and i am of the walking internally controlled 

your crimes will build you my tall buildings of glory 
but time will lay waste to your deceit
and the earth will swallow your offspring's 
reputations in a world of knowing 
for you can only hide so long from the truth...                      

this a Declaration of war of the Alzheimer's kind 
when i leave this earth and no longer hold breath 
i shall stand at the abyss 
with weapon in hand 
and we will be of equals 
on the battle field of light 
and you and your shall taste the innermost part of retribution