Kenners's blog: "Rants and Poems"

I feel like like a burned batch with inside still like dough.

I feel like I'm completed by being incomplete.

I feel like the loathing is just another treat.

I know there's one like me, but I hate myself.

I think that's the problem with me in the end.

I know where to look to find my only friend.

Twist off the top and finger down inside.

Lean your head back and feel the numbing fried.

It's like a crackle seeping down your spine.

Even when you're not here I know that you're mine.

I don't need a minute to gather myself up.

I don't need a new one to treat me like a pup.

I don't need the softness and I don't need the pain.

I just need the sun to go away and bring me back my rain.

I don't need the noise that's ringing in my ear.

I don't need you anywhere especially not here.

I think the further you're away from me the better off I am.

Yeah...  Didn't believe it either?   Well, it's my only sham.