And I witness. Your deplorable “glory” Hunching over my tattered spine, So we can have something in common. I know that is what you feel.
You walk with glorified shell-shock, Another understanding and self-assuring tongue, Straddling with vindication
Your sandpaper hands Reaching for an assaulted tenderness Mine alone
Subconscious man’s proclamation That their oxidized octaves Are legitimately sound
Nobody is listening.
So, you try to rectify your ill-erect Compass Only heading south Bound By winding prophecies, Unwritten Undeclared
My Undeclared
As you leave me here Laundering and whiling. I soak in the bloodied joy, That I remain priceless. Remain pure
You approach me While you suffer powerless syndrome In high definition
Be the insignificant syllable that Becomes you a fragmented figment Of your re-imagination
Call in your slobbering pinchers and Convince them why dethroning my smile Will be that change you’ve conjured
Because while you destroyed me I was able I stood taller than the arrogant umbilical cord that breastfeeds your high horse.
For I am you Every repugnant interaction Every mewl You blasphemously portray. I am your walking sin.
It is not me that you scar I hold my own power
Keep drinking from your bloodied rustic glass As you drown in your false declarations of dependence of control and power Screaming to be louder than love Louder than your ordained intentions To become a speck of importance
To be worth something Something more, Than what you believe Will keep me down.
You will be nothing That which you are And I will relinquish your darkest dwellings from you In the darkest of the night I knew what I needed to do I knew you needed me to save you.
