The Word According To the Tainted
my curtain flickered furiously to the beat of an ever increasing new day
my hands all withered like a weather beaten out of season holiday
my eyes sunk down to the pit's of last night's cringe worthy hear say
my face as ballooned and bloated as a recently exhumed body.
my thought's tainted by the trigger of early day psychosis
my psychosis triggered by the thought's of early life tainting
if hope is but a breath away then i am emphysema
and you are the ever increasing need to chain smoke
still, all is not lost to the vast sways of shade blue
i see green when wearing your rose TAINTED spectacles
my mood's deify even the most salacious of rainbow's
my eye's burn vivid against the injustice of all comer's
my skin's no match to your already and readily sharpened wit's
my stomach car'nt muster a fight for it's food
scrutinize everything scream's my mirror of moan's
and the scrutiny show's on all people's faces
all corner's are closing and wall's pressing in
the same wall's that are marked with my footprint's
if suicide was an option i'd make the world commit it
so the only thing committed is me to my hospital bed
like all people I've the propensity for great good and great bad
and that certain battle rages without one clear candidate
my sky is covered by one large and looming stratus
come redemption and feed my under nourished soul
inseminate light through my insidious handicap
and flutter free my wings of mercy full exemption
these word's are the chain's bound tight by my demon's
loosened by my wish to resolve
Copyright © David Sobieralski | Year Posted 2007
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