I’m more than angered at our situation
My self conversation is now all about self preservation
You tell me to believe but I feel so deceived
You have yet to be proactive in my life to make me feel even slightly relieved!
I’m so pissed and disgusted
Feeling pushed too close to the fire
That this balloon has now busted!
I’m so pissed that I can’t even properly articulate
I feel the divine mind is totally against mine
And refuses to let me financially elevate!
Not even allow me to emotionally recuperate
From the four years prior that he allowed to devastate
Years of torturous burns
I studied so much just to have more to yearn
And to have so much more to learn
I am buried in pain
Reaching out for assistance
With great tenacious voracity
And yet keep getting resistance
My life is futile
I used to be frugal!
But like the rock of fraggle
I sip up my last Snapple
No more food, no more drink
I’m forced to look deep within
And I’m coerced to think
I’m tired of thinking
Because my pleasure’s been shrinking
My evolution of flesh has been stinking
And my self esteem is like the original Shrink a Dink-ing
Like a Donut I’m Dunkin
My heart is so sunken
I’m like an emotional drunkard that’s drunken
Drunk from the lies and the pain
From the life who took its time
For my feathers to be plucking
and create a terror of reign
Reign of terror and strain
No head
Running around without a sound
Somehow standing ground
But listen carefully to the rage of the pound
I now truly think I am bound
Back to my birth place
Not of this world
Because I’m from outer space
I was given this flesh skin
To suffer and feel what humanity feels
But I can no longer take it
And I can no longer fake it
Because no more, can I try to conceal
For the feeling of such pain is too real
So I prefer to try to concur
With the creator of all creation
Have a little conversation
Without hesitation
And beg for an ounce of illumination
And take me back home
Because pain broke my back bone
But begin the sedation
But please, not with another hallucination
I now need to leave earth
I have now cursed the day of my birth
For I have yet to learn of my worth
So I slowly take time to disperse
The worse of the evidential curse
I must retreat and run back
Because strength is what I do lack
For too many years
I’ve been stabbed in the back
My proof is
I have the knife stack
I will leave thee now with a thought to wind back with and ponder
Because my essence has been completely torn asunder
Do you too think God
Dwells in the sight of the lightning
And His voice is the sound of the thunder?
SkTzO