Poem 7( Submissive Poetry)

A part me is calling for help    
But you never hear      
A part of you is looking for comfort      
In what way, from who?      
Me      
But I fail to see      
Through this poetry      
They all are seated      
  Watching      
All of them      
That beat me in pain      
Wanting revenge      
So my past could lye slain      
Through this poetry      
I bury their remains in these lines      
You are oblivious to      
The synonyms,      
Metaphors, acoustic sounds      
Acrostic style      
Acrobatic heartbeat      
The up and down poetry      
The scars and flesh of this poetry      
Through Red Sin      
Back peddling to Autumn to WINTER      
To starving for the Devils Food      
Chained up looking for a release to achieve Power      
Its tearing at me Pulling The Thread of my veins      
Blues of the flesh leaving      
Droppings of Savage INK      
I AM scorned through this poetry      
I speak      
But you don't reciprocate conversation      
Only a SEX CALL  gains your attention      
With me , Your not one for many Words      
As you wait to feel the SENSATION of my tongue to your genitals      
I wait minutes, Hours, days for you to notice me      
For you to comprehend I'm not there      
Just physically      
Mentally im in another time      
Waiting for you to rescue me      
And close the RED CURTAINS      
Because I'm naked in plain sight      
All of me is bare      
My lips are clothed by RED LIPSTICK      
Its bold because im too timid      
And shy to express myself with      
WORDS.      
I let my PEN TALK      
Deep conversations      
Saturated sheets      
Your arrogant to the moisture      
Night sweats      
Wanting you to notice me through this poetry      
I'm watching you sleep      
As I pace back and forth facing my demons through the pages      
Rummaging through the rages of my mind      
I'm conscious      
But your not      
I suck my teeth      
Through this poetry      
 I am weak      
Vulnerable      
But you fail to see      
My free verse      
Stabbing pictures      
I'm a bottom      
Im calling you to be my top      
Through this poetry      
I am sore      
I'm a shooter with a full clip      
Through this poetry      
    Sex      
I'm a fire starter      
But you say      
"Fuck your flames"      
I say Give me Ammunition      
     
     
Your a bitch      
Period      
A      
Past      
article      
 rhyming      
Off set      
I'm ready to take off      
My make up      
and be comfortable      
Your walking a thin line you told me      
And I said      
I'm just fine when I'm walking      
Through this poetry      
     
Goodnight