Misleading
Every morning I rouse
and feel like it would be better off
if I were to depart.
Just give up the battle
and slither away into the oppression
that devours my life.
I want to get in my car and drive–
just go as far as I can without any thought
of whom I am.
Miles are just some strides
aligned with the devil
in a cavity of depression
they seep within
and fragment existence
of immorality.
Wish I could fly– open my arms wide
and soar off from this handicap of illusions.
I’m sure some Messiah
will intercept before I hit ground.
Holds me like a child to breast
and protect me from all
the fake people.
This torment of sacrifice
is so deep-seated I can’t continue
without you.
Walk away if you must
but leave behind
the best of us.
No other hands will soothe
the sadist that resides
within my sweet-- no other lips
will appease the consuming fire
in your soul.
No one knows this misery
I camouflage and the tears I’ve cried
isolated within my room.
A hostage to the voices
that attempt to domineer me.
Why?
Why not just pull the trigger
and arise in some other hell
away from ad-lib religions
and myself.
Drive away the madness
that seeps into my heart
and threatens to leave me alone
each night.
Drive the imps back
to a mute location
so I can hibernate.
I can fly above all these phony people
and say adios to the tribulation
that engulfs me
night after night.
