At It

I wanted to do a poem on My surface level But the way I’m feeling it will just be Regret inside of this Madness in my head that Is suisatained by significant laughter and play Shall I say that if I bleed insanity No one will hear me because I will shoot myself With a dose of white body suits with a vest That straps my arms and legs together And put myself in a room that color is Normally coded as an angel But to me my angel of open space Will be my nightmare from hell It’s all to say excluded from the world when I’m deep inside…… Inside of this everlasting… Could you finish it for me will I cant Every time I went for love the cries Of intimacy rise way more than The planet of the apes So could you feel my disatchment To this being which I thought I had Lust for Closure That’s my safe word for me Please don’t tell no body The remedy For success under my closure Well the door did slam shut So I say now that my true world Is an awakening My variety of obstacles Is driven by my hunger to finish Because of my past and family MY true world is realistic My old world fake fiction I will be who I GOT to be So my depth inside this poem Is Processed and soon I feel free As if I was word of mouth Feelings you are pure and you will flow like World’s wonders So cast out like an actor stick to the script For this passage of life This poem I just shot my movie on