Poetry

Pyschotic

written by: OurSacredHonor

I'm in a tight spot
This light's hot
Is this all I've got?
My flesh begins to rot
Off the bone
I'm heading for home
I've grown known
And shown
Everyone
That this son
Of theirs
Was the answer to someone's prayers
But all I believe in are these stars
And these scars
That run deep
In these heap
Of nothing
Dreaming about being something
Someday
Someway
But it doesn't matter anyway
what I have to say
Not ever, especially not today
So let me learn this lesson on my own
This has been blown
Out of proportion
The distortion
I created
Cuz I hated
My reality
And now I see
That this me
Is true
It's not an imitation, like you
I do well in school
But you're a fool
And as I keep jawing
I feel like sawing
Off each and every one of my limbs
On a whim
Just for kicks
Yeah it's sick
I feel masochistic
But let me be realistic
With every road I pick
Is another time bomb tick
I can't figure out the trick
That'll get me through this fog
That turns this dialogue
Into dark smog
And a monologue
Rotated and repeated
I've been defeated
By that reflection in the mirror
Which isn't any clearer
Than it was years before
Just tore
In half, and sore
To the core
Asking for more
As I'm walking out the door
I look back
And know that
I have a long journey ahead of me
All along, battling my enemy
With heresy
And a tank of kerosene
Yeah I'm mean
So I'll torch the motherfucker
On his porch while screaming "HA HA! SUCKER!"
I'll dump him in the ocean soon
That'll be plenty of salt for his wounds
It'll sink deep, him to the bottom I mean
And won't be seen
After I fry his brains
Cuz he'll be tied to a chain
Wrapped around his throat
And his lead trench coat
Ha, ha, he won't float
Once he's tossed off the boat
He'll go straight down
But don't frown
I know you probably think I need a psychiatrist
For saying shit like this
Put the truth is
I wouldn't piss
On you to put out a fire
Call be a liar
Then reach higher
And inspire
To be like me
Cuz you see
That it's people like myself
That aren't like anybody else
That make this world go round
And stick your feet to the ground
And make your head pound
From this insane sound
Year round
All through the fucking town
So just take a minute of your time
To hear this lyrical line of mine
You'll find
That your mind
Is called
And enthralled
Cuz every word is less expected than previous
I'm devious
So leave with us
Your solemn trust
You must
Or else in the end you'll be crushed

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