Tools of Anguish

Pasted upon a placement of mastication, Loaded with karma built up over time's ages, Different names have different fazes wasted being locked up in this basement. Manic depressive moments wear smiles watching caged up anger's fight, up against rages. Glued to your machine, I picture you like spaghetti. Audacity mocks me, grabbing several tools of anguish like a machete, to give me choices... Envision splatter so thick and laid out so damn heavy; Thoughts crisscross through messages to myself, hearing voices. How do I expect to get trapped by your blade? One cut in my throat caused a dysfunctional attempt, handed down by own kris.. With different colored people wearing masks and afraid— You stand there, twirling knife's tip; explain to me this... June...2017