The Razor Cuts as the Record Spins

A bit of free verse...

 

Can you not be what this form is attempting to force you to be?  Some fraction of time, some fragmented second.  You were my jesus, my own personal god.  Where did that window lead?  How far did you fall?  Since my fate's dealings with the gambling man have left me with no face cards, My breathing has become a little slower, My eyes gaze downward, a little lower.  And now, what of this raven that graced the sill of my clearest window?  What would a murderer feel, What DOES a murderer feel?  This is my only devil of a mind-does it make you feel uneasy?  You insignificant little s**t... Sometimes when the sun comes together with the sky to make a show for us, They yield up a vanilla sunsut drizzled with raspberry sauce, i just love those evenings, But it still doesn't change my admirable abhorrence for your disgusting, taunting soul, Just because this particular sunset happens to be my favorite dessert. Apologies, apologies, forgive me, i do love you, But i can't put myself inside your shoes, or behind your eyes.  Any animosity you may possess is completely moot, So please, seal your mouth for me...