MORTIFICATION...

CATEGORY

just different

color me lonely, like a blank page yearning for a pen pal
merge together all the empty spaces of poetic verse
there you'll find me, for better or worse
cause through sickness is our health, so graduation is a hearse
nothing hurts, all reactions are emotional outburst
cursed to live a life of repeated battles
will, guides will-not, while I buck in a bull saddle
I live in babble, like that ancient place, because our towers also fell
so I dwell in a New York state of confusion
watching Revenge and Anger raise their newborn baby Hell
wolf-tickets of forget-me-not's go on sale
but I recessively can't afford to pay attention
my dementia makes it forbidden
since I wasn't consulted on any further out-of-mind decisions
my world thinks, their world listens
I hear voices and whisper back in visions
false perceptions make God a warden
so i guess i'm doing time on this earthly prison
sucking in poisonous emissions
where they want me to keep hope alive
when it died while resuscitating prayer and wishing
alone is my pot, I had to realize it was already pissed in
that's why I kneel, with head bowed in acceptance of my fate
because execution is a poets greatest mission...