Poe(try)

I'm fighting my internal clock... but why?

Going against the clock
Tick tock, tick tock
Not yours, just mine
Oh how I despise the time
When I'm told to slow down
Like some idiotic clown
Juggling ten bowling balls at once
For the guy who'd ask me to pick up the pace
So I can win the race
And be the perfect daughter
I'm ready for laughter to be slaughter
 

The extra "S" for the double "X"
I miss the touch of sensual sex
It's all I really need
But a good f**k is not enough
In fact it's cold and horribly tough
Without the love of God's spirit inside
Him and I, and the saintly tide
Of love and peace are the waves my ship should glide
Now that would be a heavenly ride!

But with every new awakening there is a new battle
Weapons in hand, watch my world unravel
For that is the cost of every bullet to their heads
I'd rather fight my own enemies instead
Alone, at my time, at my pace
When I'm ready I'll win my race
But to everything that's holy, I hate it so
When all I can say is "I don't know"
Because you drive me in circles, paternal patron
Your wife in comparison is hardly a matron
Half a step in the door
And she's already slamming me to the floor
With words of insult and complaint and surmise
You both and my mother are the cause for my demise

Yet I carry on, knowing of my potential end
Praying that someday, someone will know how to mend
These horrors you've caused me from your own troubles
For you I've seen all of Hell's rings doubled
The next time I endure, I may not come back
Only my friends will know my shack
Of peace and prosperity behind the falls
Only they can show me the Tree and how to see it all
For now I'll let you take the credit and glory
For your end will be all the more gory
Not by my hand, that'd be too easy
 

You'll see one day, that God's not queasy
Over death and blood and bones and skulls
He'll make you face it, he'll show you the mulls
Of every nation's tragic fate,
As I continually die in your name we'll all celebrate
That maybe now you'll see
The truth of words I hold in me.