| I am bruised by my brain insisting the reigns belong to him smiling smirking while inside he's working on dictating the dream from within. The jury jails me the hurry hails me the flurries assail me as they fall to the floor. I am buried...stale meat grasping dirty feet while the churnings turn me to the pale streets where he awaits in bloody fleets. My brain nails me to my failings and my ailings are not held in deep regard by my heart who sees the seasons and the reasons I have failed... I rip this clipping in two, dividing you into brain...into illusion that breeds the pain. |