.:: But I Digress ::.

[Objective]

.:: But I Digress ::.

More symbolic than Christ on the cross;
I'm at a loss, the skin; I'm peeling it off.
To deal with this cough is demeaning and tough,
still not feeling it's worth concealing I'm soft.
Reavealing the cost leaves bills to be found,
the weight doesn't keep my feet on the ground.
A defeaning sound shy's me from listening,
disguise the prey's vision is missing conditioning.
Shrinks positioning expose cracks in the plans,
it's recieved as personal attacks on demand.
I believed in my fire 'til it stopped igniting this
pacifist with an iron fist fighting lies with bliss.
It struck me as lightning hits all over the dome,
and my old town seems to be closer to home.
A bold clown's exposure reign mind-benders throne,
this dog settles his bone writing offenders in stone.
The pretenders has grown to humanity's clone,
when insanity phones from a palace unknown
the malice is formed, come see Alice perform
in the rabbit hole where formalities swarm.