Hypertension
by Jersey D GibsonBreaking bones to make my point,
sinkings sounds out of joint.
Lies are told, not implied,
left to rot on the inside.
Gerbils feed on what you've wrought,
that hard feeling has left me naught.
Kalidescope of impeading doom,
walked away all too soon.
A wrestling match with one arm tied back,
the knife in my back from the previous attack.
Start running with eyes sewed shut,
jump off the cliff, but only get cut.
I've tried again, I failed again,
someone tell me who's to blame?
Falling down like a shooting star,
the wish was rotten, leaving scars.
Cut me open to figure me out,
believe in you, but not devout.
Wallow deeper into despair,
throwing copper of disrepair.
Blinding path I walk, I'm lost,
I have the scars from what it cost.
Break me down into little shards,
glued me together with disregard.
08/28/2008