Preying on a miracle

I ain't a poet and I know it
I harnessed the uncontrollable and I can't control it  
Getting down to the brassed fact in the glassed crack  
A rider to die for again some more will I ever know it  
I ain't a writer and I think I show it  
 What a hard row it is to hoe but I gotta sew it  
A bad day above ground is better than any good day spent below it  
 Expressionism through colorful euphemisms with multi dimensional words  
Can be overthought and under sought as I disclosed to console it  
 The stagnant bottleneck from the asymmetrical to symmetrical flow is how I blow it  
Assigned to rhythm's rhymes designed with reason like I stole it  
 Harmonically imbalanced and so displeasing as I undergo it  
The misfiring of synapses  
The mishaps and pit traps  
 Relapsing into my collapse perhaps  
Swimming like a dead fish going with the overflow  
Crushed down balls deep from the influx of the under toe  
I've been unstabley labeled to be a strange creature  
Indicative of the grim dark morbidity that my writings tend to feature  
Screams in my head with an echoing violence  
Deafening the brightness of lumins through ultraviolet silence  
 Speeding down the left lane with a blinking left blinker  
Just me with my lure with no float and no sinker  
Unlost and dumbfounded to be relabelled a lost thinker  
Paying the high cost lost in the pause from my distraught thoughts  
Atop of plausibly flawed lawlessness from hot spots and sudden stops  
A lost cause affected from the direct inside-effects  
Accepted infections from indirect side-affection  
I'll reset to deselect with deep regret   Fanciful hopes with unattainable goals now is all there is left to know  
As the dead fish goes on with the flow  
Time is rapidly hauling ass  
Fastly reaching an impasse  
 Clashing with contrast  
Passing to outlast the past as an outcast  
At last being unsurpassed  
Drug in by the sin on me imposed  
 By my undeveloped undefined mind at the time  
Being drug becomes a drag that drags on  
That drug me along long long way  
 Way much further than I planned to go  
To a place so strange I've become a stranger to myself  
That I don't really even know  
 That's why they call it a drug I suppose  
It drug me down and drug me along  
When I didn't want to go  
But that's fukin the way she goes  
 Now busting at the seams  
Of this seemingly seamless endless Gawd damn thing  
Down a pipeline of miserable unforeseen  
Never to be clean again or unseen again things  
Empty glass pipe dreams and twisted thickening plots  
The cured concrete can withstand it  
But damn it  
Before I get planted in the planet  
I want to truly understand it and make off like a bandit  
Caught up in the recycling cycle of the predator and the prey  
Don't praise the predator preying on his prey  
Nor pray for the prey that the predator is preying on  
Pray for the prey that becomes a predator in his own praise  
As I prey on the predators preying on me  
The predator becomes prey without prayer  
The prayers that I pray is for the prey preying on me  
As I'm praying that the predators that fail to pray become my prey  
 While the prey prays with praise for a better way to live another day  
Swooping in for the kill suddenly to fall down dead at his feet  
Now one will meet his maker  
Bon appetit as another meets his meat  
Predators never cry for any of the prey they kill  
Nor will there be a tear for them shed  
When they become another's next meal  
It is better to be out in the woods in the presence of snakes  
Than to be out in society and in the company of them  
Slipped again through the trickery cracks  
Between the slippery scenes of these midnight daydreams  
Three times through the ringer I ring ding ding  
A linger from the sting still I sing sing sing  
I'm a double fisted middle fingered twisted screaming dreamer  
A stone cold expression with the face it card for poker  
The Alpha male and a wild joker  
 Air chokes in my throat for me to be revoked  
As I overthought it on the second thought the provoker was provoked  
Apart and broke left second guessing   From the hoax that was invoked  
 Left behind to be found a rare find  
Rolling down the line in time  
To level up to become a dangerous mind  
If I can unthink my thoughts what's yours will too be mine  
If I follow all the signs and If I don't run out of time