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