In your head

Anywhere I walk,            
I'm well known.              
Your town's my block,              
your block my home,              
No glock, still I'm in your dome              
and as I troll your zone, I see space to roam              
plus a place to baste with poems.              
While behind your face, I'm your truth.          
I'll erase, reset, reboot,    
and no trace, you'll be left alone.              
I'll replace everything you used to know            
with calls of haunted souls.     
I'm not here to to show  
what your future holds,             
or to stir up old confusing woes.              
I didn't come to flirt              
I have a moment though  
to fill your holes, so here it goes.              
I fly too high to perch,              
my horizons' girth is as wide as earth.              
You stand but as high as turf,              
I see you barely rise from dirt.              
Your eyes reside up skirts.              
It's heels and toes that decide your worth.              
It hurts I know,              
but you deserve to know,              
you should have died at birth              
inside a church, to save god the search.              
A fatal blow, I hope you stoop so low,              
after you take my nuts and cradle those              
to persuade some flow, for me to ladle bowls              
of pain and gold, I strain to slow,              
so blow your brains out before I gain control.