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Straight Lines Never Followed
Straight lines are sometimes difficult to walk...Near impossible to follow...Especially for the addict. The one's who are angry...The one's who are misunderstood...The one's who are sad...The one's who are alone & empty. ..The one's nobody could love. Prisoner to a label of family structure in the making...Prisoner of self-image, trouble & bad news. Negative pages that crowd books I flipped through...Books that should have been burned, like a witch at the stake falsely accused. Peers thought I was inscrutable in meaning. Crazy & wild in demeanour and a loser deal. A label that can rub your neck raw, like a necktie noose choking the life right out of you. Enigma was my dark living view. They openly, harmfully discussed with whoever, like the five o"clock news. Taunting that haunts like a ghost of unwanted moans. Birthed from childhood nightmares. A private self of paranoid insecurities. Kills the one I fought for, unrelentingly failing a self-loathing exam. Holding a student back yet another year. Stacking and building a prison of mental hold. Voices in your head parrot the cruelty of words. As birds loose feathers, prisoner in a cage. Spell of darkness, enemy of blood, sparks & hisses their hex. Texed & stamped repeatedly this mental abuse. Infused in your head...Hardwired a repetitive old tape that rewinds & starts again & again. A beginning of no ends, no place for a win. Brainwash A robot of their liking...Unhinge, manic of raw self, pended up hate unleashed to this a murderous death ending...No exit or escape ... Falling to blackness jailed forever your sons. Echoing empty halls...Walls of bar rooms, to dark seedy rooms you care not to view...Criminals of unthinkable crimes...Six O'clock News...F.B.I. Most Wanted...Once again, bloodline stains the trail of sliced viens. Black & white snapshot captures the casualty of your candid reality of passed down fame...While the white chalk maps the route traveled. Malestream...Dark waters...Under currents of hidden agenda...While eddies spin the unraveling, broken threads of confusion..Reign & drown thee...Your life the fee...Gulping stupidity on a repeated echo of defeat...Sideline steps...Eschew of no exits or fires of escapes. My future lays bleak.
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