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Old 10-16-2024, 12:29 PM   #5
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Headless Verse Man

I sat on the bed, stats in my head, like how I purchased the table but was always last to get fed.
Anti climatic, this erratic unrest. Oh! Life has been a disaster at best.
When I needed comfort from my wife and my kids, they ended up laughing instead.
Sometimes I lay awake wishing all those bastards were dead. Dreaming of peaceful days where they were buried in the back of the shed.
I married Cherry despite what they said, now I'm just mirroring a man who's needs are unmet.

All I'm seeing is red.

I'm sitting on the edge flirting with death.
My insides are curling as I'm being hurled to my depth. They pushed me too far, now it's me against them. I'm alone in this room just this stupid hat on my head. Cat at my feet, all his habits are set.
I can't cry out how I need. Sitting here wanting to scream. Afraid the first sign of weakness and they're all gonna leave.....

My life is up in smoke and I'm starting to choke on my cloak. Blending in with a man I became on a whim. But I never was him.
Yet I forget how my light got so dim. Guess there's no where to hide when all your demons can swim. Cat in my hat I'm sat on the brim. All the rats in the back they'll be last to the mist. There's a crack in my knack to act grim. Can't go back, when the past isn't facts as it is.

I mastered the craft of taking a bath like a pig. Stuck in the mud, stomach stuck to my ribs. Telling lies just to see if anyone will notice my fibs. Thinking about blowing this artistic mind into bits.
I'm crying for help but all they see is a fit.
Something has cursed me, you see how hungry I am.
Something can quench this thirst. I know that it can.

Head in my hands until then. I'm just a headless verse man.
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