Insides

This poem might have the shortest sentences of anything other than the nutritional label of the Pepsi I'm drinking.

Insides

 

Why do I

Bide my time

Hands of mine

Cannot find a

Contortioned release

Mark of the beast

Six sixteen

All through my life

Why's eveyone watching

I cannot bear

Scratch me like a turntable

I will turn your tables

Crash through a wall

Misssed call

Trip and fall

Into my insides

Wanting to be mine

Twisted face

Contracted ace

Misery and disgrace

People burning

Like candlelights

Light my way

Bck through the night

I complain

Yet I remain

I maintain

Yet I am in pain

Wireless

Spider's nest

Lookout tower

Acid rain shower
Rumble now

All through the town

Soldiers of lime

Edifices of time

Jigsaw puzzle

Wait and tremble

All this place

All my face

 No remorse

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