Tsk... Tsk... Tsk…

I cannot understand the stench of a woman’s foul mouth
When in doubt
Self-medicated and still festering mirages of bi-polar outbursts
A slithering of disdain proportions off the poison vine
Residing in the synagogue of earth, baby this world is the living Hell
Open your eyes, there is no pit to summon your makeshift toys, look around you cannot tell
No caldron as you wish, and you are too unstable with Mother Nature’s elements to even mutter a spell
 
A psychotic intellect making war in the heart of thy own self
As a counselor of Mental Health
I truly have heard and seen it all, therefore, not really impressed
The shadows of time chasing the ouroborous of your hellish thoughts at heart
What, you have no more use for the voices in your head whispered in the dark
What mother in her right mind sacrifices the living soul of her son to the beast
Yet attempts to make common sense to sound whole, yet, psychologically a misfit, dim witt, to her surrounding, and an awareness that truly sounds incomplete
 
Have a blessed day...