Ballistic Pore.

Way to make me look bad, again with cognitive thinking.
Bury my head, so I won't say what I really want to.
Is it that I am permanently to you a mistake, permanently.

Is that there is nothing to say, to me worth while.
Your ears are turned inside out, tuning out me.

Straight to the idle matter, cross this chord.
It's built for you, to run from with anticipation.
No other reason, but to freak you out.

It's the sun behind me you never talked about.
Like I am some kind of disease inside.
No worse than the percentage break.
Of the society, we live in to die again.

It's not that there's nothing to say to me worth while.
Just cynicism you can't hold back, from the back. Of your head.

Whats wrong with my body, it's red.
Is there another ballistic pore?
You've always been my fatal door.
Whats wrong with my body, it's red.
Is there another ballistic pore?
You've always been my fatal door.

Now is the conversation over, you got the last words.
So intricately deceptive, sick perceptive man.
Way to make me look bad, again with cognitive thinking.
Bury my head, so I won't say what I really want to.
Is it that I am permanently to you a mistake, permanently.

Is that there is nothing to say, to me worth while.
Your ears are turned inside out, tuning out me.
Straight to the idle matter, cross this chord.
Go cry to your lord....

For forgiveness, because you'll load the gun again.
And point to me screaming sin without shaking.
I find it to be breath taking every time, on the way down.

Whats wrong with my body, it's red.
Is there another ballistic pore?
You've always been my fatal door.
Whats wrong with my body, it's red.
Is there another ballistic pore?
You've always been my fatal door.

Let the bad thoughts invade...
Make me unsafe.
No I can't even trust my self.
To look at it straight.
The visual self mutilation is what I can't take.
Now I can't even trust myself.
To look at it straight...

In the eyes...

Whats wrong with my body, it's red.
Is there another ballistic pore?
You've always been my fatal door.
Whats wrong with my body, it's red.
Is there another ballistic pore?
You've always been my fatal door.

Reviews

[D Poet K]

wow, at first I was sure of reading this all the way through and I dreaded it because of the length but this was one DAMN GOOD poem! Such emotion and the more I read, the deeper I got into it. Wonderful.

[Lydia]

Powerful, to an extreme. You have a way with words, that's for sure.

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Wow what an amazing poem!!!
Kudos!!!