The Most Honest Parts Of Me .......

 I find ...
That the most honest parts of me
Is a world I run from .. Often !

A world ...
Where memories are like razor's edge
And to look or touch is testing death
That's more alive than the life I live

A world
Where symphonies of lies are used to bridge the path to tree houses I crafted to protect u
Protect the ones I love and nurse them on a dream titled : " I am happy"
Sigh..
What a far-fetched ideal ..

A world
Where decaying emblems of my spirit
Lay ...
Fresh
And still ,
where maggots of your image still squirm and slime between the rotten flesh of our memories
Where the roots of broken dreams stretch their toxins through the soil of peace of mind ...

A world
Where sadness masturbates
And ejaculates on my innocence

Where vulnerability has been raped by monstrous fingers of judgment !

Where my heart's courage still meanders through the coma of fear and resentment
And the thorns of love lost whips the back of the broken pieces ....daily !

Where the steaming hot iron of hurt is continuously rammed between my thighs of affection !

 These are the honest part of me
It is a world ... I run from ... Often ....
A theme song that mumbles ..
The opera to the moments you disappointment
Hurt
Reject
And love me ..... conveniently
Where every failure is an added instrument to the orchestra
And sullen bodily organs ..are too weak to fight the procession