i
’m so sore inside
from pretending to hide
the fact that i don’t see
the ATTACKS
that you create, but make no mistake
that my internal condition
keeps my attention in a state of fixation
see your creations, like charles darwin’s theories
seem convincing until time
starts rinsing away
the LIES
the FILTH
still you show no guilt
like the prisons that are built
with US in mind
– governmental shrines
– deputized enzymes
cancerous yet benign to my system
[quarantine victim]
last seen lifting p r i n t s
from planted documents
true politics help circumvent predicaments
though innocence is meaningless
now my l-i-g-a-m-e-n-t-s are affected
feeling as if my b o n e s are not c o n n e c t e d
d i s c o n n e c t e d
like the resurrected body of Christ from sin
but we want “in” with no “depends”
anticipating a mess compounded with stress
an open invitation made under duress
as your cesspool is now open
bound
to
drown
despite my stroking
choking from lack of air
groping from too much despair
as the pain inside becomes impossible to bear
unaware of the toll its taken
too close to my bumper but still not braking
forsaking all ethics (wretched / pathetic)
C A L L in the paramedics
because now it affects me
so now i must address it
see my body can no longer contest it
now i’m resting peaceful and content
within MYSELF
proud of what i left behind
something that you’ll never find
save your prayers because now it’s your time
