Reanalyze My Exorcism
I am the smudge in gods artwork
The rip in the wrong place
Step before me
face your choices
kill or turn
because choices i have none
The maniac behind the eyes
Scaring death to death
Brutality shudders below my gaze
Running from birth
Could not fly until i took flight
Shakespeare take a seat
The freaks about to bleat
Turning the mad sane
Use your words and change my shape
List my flaws to prove your cause
Speak, if you can
What are you
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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