He is a creation of mine
A figurative shit
I forced onto the page
Blowing a gasket
How much pleasure does it take
Before it isn’t about love anymore?
How man slits before the wrists
Are no longer clenching an escape rout?
There is a green fog
Fallen through the tree canopies
Into the indignant
Hazed mind
I want the music
Mindset, words
That makes stone walls crack
That makes men feel.
