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My earthly times are getting sick
A legitimate rush of pain
From my emotional strain
Working so hard that I burst my nerves and create irresponsible pain
Reaching far & high for some irrelevant gain.
Being more than human because I am more than mundane
Intellectually stable and yet possibly slightly insane
Revealing the shame
Of my pathetically human and unjustified name
These times of being sick
Have come to me quick
Kind of sneaky and slick
Like an emasculated thief
Taking away my personal joy
Played with my life like a toy
It enraged me and satanically annoyed.
But now I see without human vision
Turned off the television
Now I see with micro vision
No longer within a tainted psycho prison
Because I can clearly see
My soul distorts all light
Just like a prism.
I used to create character chasms
Until I started getting my muscular
And neurological spasms
Then I learned the true definition of pain
More than financial strain
More of heartache and an emotional drain
Feeling tinted and tainted
Wish a better picture for my life had been painted
So I squint as I write this
Because the pain in my body
Equals more pain just to spite this.
Joints, muscles, tendons and nerves hurt
To the point of such discomfort
That I feel I might go berserk
But I’m not a dumb jerk
To just run off and do something dumb
Reaction to my pain in a dumb way
Would then force me to run
I just have to deal
With the hand that’s been given
And just do my best with my cards
And make the best while I’m living!
SkTzO
