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Ode To A Coward








Ode To A Coward


I see your greedy smile/
It gets my heart beating wild/
Egregious tyrant/
Sleeping mindless/
Believe me I just/
What to see you writhing/
On the ground deeply sliced in/
A few pieces piled in/
A receding flight bin/
To be released at my sig-/
Nal, relief will find me/
Singing lively/
Instead of weeping nightly/
Because my knees are wiping/
Invisible/
Windows full/
Of torment while buckling, preach that fiery/
Pits await this beast inside me/
Left by your discreet enticing/
Of my innocent belief in times we/
Were separated/
From the rest, you decimated/
My head and safety/
With stress and anger/
My pen and paper/
Would step and make the/
Ordeal better when I grew upset and pained cause/
The wind demonstrated/
A new direction, I'm led astray just/
As I said I made it/
Past obsessive hatred/
Cause there are days that/
I want to take your chest and cave it/
In, ventilate it/
With a bent serrated/
Knife, I was devastated/
Days melt and fade when/
I'm caught in the throes of this mental state and/
I wish I could enter sacred/
Texts to send away this/
Depressive way that/
I'm existing, repent in faith and/
Stay abreast of changes/
And the medications/
I need, like sweat and taming/
Of that lesser basement/
Holding primal feelings, addressing safe words/
For when I sever, straining/
The pressure claiming/
My perspective waning/
And you're in incessant danger/
I'm flexing major/
On the threats you made cause/
Your breath is rage in/
My perpetual flaming/
Dread and painful/
Memories, you're dead and baking/
Underneath several layers/
Of my accepted paydirt/
Deny what happened/
I'm finally laughing/
As you spiral down and/
The crime surrounds you/
Light will hound you/
No more, I'll tie your hands with/
Spiteful bands and/
All types of planned/
Desires found in/
The unrivaled ashes/
Of the mind that shattered/
When you sliced and hammered/
The mindful glances/
Of a righteous man when/
He was a minor grasping/
At straws after you spiked his value/
And he cried to statues/
Of the innocence you sacrificed to have him/
But as I strike the match you/
Left behind I see the dying clown you/
Have become/
And that's enough/
For me to place this on the pyre and move/
Let you drown in whiskey/
Mouth a pissing/
Pot for the vacuous mystery/
Of why you had to pick me/
But it doesn't mean shit now, you're history/
You coward, listening/
I'm about to hit these/
Points and let you be devoured quickly/
By the past you simply/
Neglected to answer with me/
Your spectre's vanquished/
Youre entertainment/
I tune in at every breaking/
News scene to see you press your case with/
The mental pace of/
A disheveled vagrant/
Bled and hanging/
Dead and waiting/
For the next debasement/
You can get away with/
I'm barely playing/
Along, only to penetrate this/
Unrepentant slave with/
A metal grate cause/
You'll be locked up soon, whether contained in/
A prison cell and praying/
For release or held in chains in/
Your own mind, my settled blatant/
Choice is for the second place that/
I said, because you've been away there/
For awhile now, at center stage in/
My head, but now I bless you greatly/
Cause you don't know about the suicidal/
Truths that I know/
Who could find those/
Groping in the darkness for a noose to tie up/
To free you, a lucid time those/
Prudent items/
We called bluish Bibles/
Could move and shine so/
Brightly, clues to line up/
And boost me right up/
Gloomy silence/
Would loosen, pry those/
Parts of me looming, climbing/
Over your useless fire/
But the glue had dried so/
The groove would slide in/
And zoom me right to/
Trauma/
And all of/
The monsters/
That became a constant/
Foster/
Family, bonded/
With me, honest/
The topic/
Is that you don't know the problems/
You caused and/
The toxic/
Stain you left on my heart and/
I'm guarded/
You halted/
Better days for me, stopped it/
You walked in/
Took my peace of mind and stomped it/
Out like a campfire/
It had dire/
Conse-/
Quences/
I'm suspended/
Over unpolished/
Pawns in/
My own chess game/
And I meant they/
Would make me ponder/
The loss of/
Something you could never gain/
And I weathered pain/
Just to spread your name/
And make you remember day/
In and day out, your unfettered shame/
Your tethered base/
Is in a better place/
And I've been amazed/
Because though I was led astray/
By a mental case/
I forgive you, because this chess has made/
Me a renegade/
You'll no longer have a rented space/
In my head, just a maze/
Of haunting things/
I'm wandering/
Through to set ablaze/
You can remain/
Because you'll always be a clever waste/
Of leased time/
To remind/
Me to please shine/
And leave relics splayed/
Out where they belong/
Forgot/
Under several waves/
Of obsessive dazed/
Behavior/
That we paid for/
Now I sleep way more/
Because I don't bleed pacing/
Instead I celebrate/
And venerate/
My demon's resting place/

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