Senses

Strangle my senses So frank and relentless Fierce less from fierce fists I’m fighting my senses To get back to what this is Twisted and tasteless Bitter and wasteful I crave for The flavor To savor the fervor Of forever I’m clever In thought but insistent To persist in this growth Of yesterday And tomorrow A favor For whether I’m able To resist this… These… Those… I’m frozen in moment But running in thought For I cant see The pain These stains That I smear I cant hear Nor can I feel The plight I must will my way through these Few to be easy And more to be hell I can’t smell Failure a choice I can taste it I’m wasting The time I am getting So I’m guessing I’m obsessing Over nothing But forcing The world To strangle or mangle These senses Since this is Just a figment pressing The crevices of my persistence