LOVELY UGLY

Destiny's a bitch,

and a split second difference.

I need not this stone in my chest

that keeps my pain centered.

I've attempted to cut through

the suffocating air.

Though it still steals my words,

when & if I can even get them out.

Some have begged for me to be normal.

But tragedy fits my life so well,

and tastes as good as pussy.

Exhausted from prayer

for science to be the explanation

of this violent kaleidoscope mind.

For these cartoon half moon eyes.

For these ghosts, and voices,

a burning aura, and astral projection.

Sing me something...Lace yourself in my shoes.

I can bet I won't ever get a chance

to see your silver bullets,and wooden stakes.

I'll never see that shit eating grin

creep upon your face when your nerve endings

are bursting with intolerable pain.

I can ask in every way possible

to be ripped from off of this

dizzy spinning sphere.

Turn off the gravity

and fall upwards into the arms of the morning star.

Though I know my existence will stay spiraling

in the atmosphere of this black hole.

Lost,until every ounce of physical,

and metaphysical matter

is torn to shreds.