You’ve created your pit, your hell your desire, right?
The fire demon eyes, your anger when you look—
At me, you see victim, weaker
I dig deeper my trench to protect
You are anger without remorse
I am to you the source, instigations, tribulations wrongs all within yourself.
Not me little me
I did it all
I take it all
And bare it all.
Burdens—your evil infections that turn into projections of how you see
Me little me
Flames and curves of night baseballs in your eyes
Me without “diamonds”
But bat to smack victim
Just me little me
Courageous is he
Body strength without soul you are
Face without smile
You are empty
I fear games of your one sided sport
- How am I to run without ground
- How am I to cry with ducts emptied into bruises
- How am I to guard without security
How will I live?
I sink into quicksands of sorrow and fear
My yearns turn into condensations on glasses, time passes,
Washed away with your sipping and consumtion of me.
I’ve reached the edge
Your holy hell grounds
Kicking and screaming all to be buried in your pit.
How can you live?
I give up my fight all for a glimpse or sight of peace
Let me breathe once
To taste without hateful fogs
Blinding my eyes and smothering my lungs
LET ME LIVE …