my mind is hijacked
by a devil wanna be
he
wants me down
in the hole
he’s spent his whole life in
talks about justice and sin
no one ever wins
a race
laced
with confusion
and complicated jabber
smoke screen face
and a mouth full of blabber
diabolical and habitual
is his gaslight
take flight
ritutual.
i feel so down and damaged and used
and abused
and so far away from who i used to be
he tells me i don’t know myself
and he’s right cause this ain’t me
this ain’t who i used to be
before he came into my life
and now….
i am… trying to feel what is actually real again
the devil’s trick
is to
to inflict
trouble
and to cause pain
by inconsistent acts
that stir
then cure
and blur
out the mess
they infest
with such charm
one doesn’t see the harm
they’re in
until it’s much too late.
elevated
inflated
isolated
dissipated
enervated
operated
terminated
discombobulated
this sucks
and i want to die
skin loves fever 