This life has been a cover up on whats next
But I was not attent to how I did it
So the two crash and collide
And who didn’t expect that?
The suicide in this matter was the ditch,
And we had a good time together even I have to admit it
But now I want The Inferno or Recognition
Nothing can be median, I cant be, cus
In this world
The middle= mediocre
Even though they share only 3 letters
But one Grade…..C
To C ,
To C what no one is supposed to
To open the wreckage of my car crash heart,
The jaws of life, the jaws of light, became so much more human,
Then I realized they were yours,
But instead of saving me,
They just added to it
The doctor said it could not be fixed, and asked what happened
So I told him:
As I pick u out of a crowd-fro,
I took you on, led you pleased you teased you,
Until this feeling came on,
And you could knock me out with a feather
Or a brick called love
I took you up the stairs to the hotel room,
And the I said,” screw comfort” and then started it their
On a rusty stair
Making out with a crashed car,
Replacing my morals with the Gold-Plated Standard
Treat others the way you want to treat them
So I did…..
And I didn’t get anything
I just wanted everything
To change and keep changing but to not change but to be inadequate forcing change
And at that moment I didn’t care aobut anyone or anything
I came together then fell apart……….
Preaching my feeling ot he microphone stand that my conscience listened to but didn’t
And I creid out in agony, knowing
Thinking
Feeling
That this heart of mine would needto be serviced
Serviced, replaced,
Re-placed in a useful body,
One that would avoid the trainwreck, and the Thrill of
Speeding……
And as you watched. And felt. And enjoyed. And came to me
I realized that it wanst you
You wre becoming what I wanted
What I wished you to be
Similar to me
But it just seemed like it was you
So when I leftand came back
You told me to drop dead
And I realized that I cant blame you
For being what ever you are
But it isn’t my fault for making a move….
But It is
And it will be forever
And never will it change
And that is why
I keep driving around
Through my prison of a head
Getting a good idea after my conjugal visit,
But realizing………….that im just
Median
Mediocre,
Not ready
Not worth it
Not what you want
Not what I want
Not anything
Just a Little more of the thing you moaned on the stairs
-Touch me-
