untitled stressA Poem by phonetixs"I hate victims who respect their executioners." - Jean-Paul Sartre Rotatin' in orbit, euphoria off wit a tilt in my axis, before so...let's quilt in the thatches with all the will and the facts kid.. let's examine a conscience with all the guilt and its package... Match this; an anglo on a tight-rope above tanks of sharks swimmin' in razor blades limelight in laser jades, a necro Cricket whisperin I'll never grace the stage.. I'll place my faith in the shrine circus wit a severed head of a clown as the mantlepiece! my apathy injects worry with the time when my scandal shrieks "Handle Me..." whispers my conscience in its' slithering puns "Welcome You Are..." bellows the pit during my withering plunge..... ...I dive in the needle and see macabre at work, crossin sedatives off their revenge list the vengeance, soaked with a tourniquet and a dozen syringes relentless, suicide's pre-thought only forgiven through ten trips... wit' bent lips, my face contorts as i punch myself wit' clenched fists. an emaciated ego ebbs and echoes as i flex and let go of the better part of me: the one that is vexed to death row... my soul burns into brimstone, the frustration's cancerous aint it? im from where malific cantors are sacred, and all of life's answers are hatred. Mephisto's my patron, as he stands on my shoulder at the cliff of insanity i live in a myth to my vanity which is a trip that I can't believe.... goin through a shift that'll handle these gifts and my ample needs one step closer to the edge as i take this leap of faith will i weave my grace? or just leave this place...? only one way to find out as i walk over into this state of oblivion and leap off into the place that i'm livin in... back to reality i go.... © 2010 phonetixs |
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2 Reviews Added on April 3, 2010 Last Updated on April 3, 2010 AuthorphonetixsSan Jose, CAAboutI'm Dan the Man. k, horrible joke. I'm just working through carpenter's wisdom as a daily routine. all part of the daily grind and this blog is the outlet to my daily dose of disarray. . ... more..Writing
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