Unorthodox Indications

Painful sobbing entity
drag me to my knees.
Pull my heart out by its string.
Unlock macabre decrees.

Words are cast like hopeless lines
Fishing for a need.
Sling it forth so carelessly
turn back the grip of time.

What a fool to play this game,
a gory one of sorts.
Pull me back from that cruel line
and set my angled course.

Dare you now play your words
and turn them on a dime?
Manipulating every thought
rehearsed since you knew time.

No conscience there
it's plain to see
the fallen one has groped.
Except you'd tie it to my neck
I'd sure throw you a rope.

Pull the knot of strange discourse
and flip the hindered switch.
The sparrow calls in full retort
in frequent fevered pitch.

As teardrops fall to broken ground
the salt disperses there.
When they hit nowhere a sound.
The socke'ts unaware.

I'll rip the skin that burns and bleeds
and hurl it to the floor.
Manic's narcissistic needs
as deviance implores.