Thought ridden reserves.

Once upon the time in a land of screams and precipices of prescription pills
Lived an old and ancient man that danced and trod in the mud you named heaven
A troubled toil amongst a shadow puppet hand way up there in the ass
Controlling like the bitch I am in this countdown of words from the six that is a given seven.

Out of ten for looks and I'm no beauty queen in fact I'm quite the opposite,  obscene
Just a bird shit on the window that wipers refuse to wipe but smear
A rash on a porcelain marble complexion edited out of life
That craves the forgiveness of its creator to indulge me in a world much more clear.

A cinnamon stick that laps amongst a tongue a billion miles from this insipid mouth
The intrinsic cog wielding and welding iron works amongst steel remembered hell
My grandfather sweating upon a stain of steel coal fired north to the frigid south
We delve in pools of of inter reality of the souls that fell.

To the earth and back again. Bungee elastcated amongst fragments emancipated man

I cry every night to help me to sleep and understand.

A girl to cuddle my diluted thoughts and all it preserves

It finishes here amongst thought ridden reserves.