This last visit to my daunting past
this brick and morter my orison cast
‘please see my state, and visit me Sir’
‘You alone have the cure of the curse’
‘I bleed and this blood freezes cold to the purse
‘out from this amiss You alone can purge’
‘I play for the spectators this dirge’
‘create from and return to the dirt’
follow if you can lonely fool that you are
follow in the cold and through the dark
slow down carriage rumbling horseless
a burned out beakon broken and voiceless
I have fallen as beautiful as angels from skies
I have been made a clown and a sad man that cries
‘I cannot but do my own weak in vain attempt to escape’
‘I lost my phone booth night vision and super hero cape’
‘childish no question my application of truth to reality’
‘I stand near motionless ashamed naked with gravity’
‘help me help myself help my hands from making my bed in hell’
‘and when I do what I do in this fashion keep my hands from myself’
‘I choke the breath and suffocate the sweet smelling fresh’
‘driving yet deeper the supposed thorn in my flesh’
‘I suppose I suppose of course that’s it’
‘please excuse the chaos as I lament’
MYSELF ©

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