longdistancedrunk

feel that ?
insert two,
warm up.
insert one,
up to three.
are you gasping ?
clutching to society
fighting,
but whos winning ?
tossing,
turning
its getting ugly,
get a room.
possibly getting beautiful,
expose it.
turn on the light.
getting unattractive,
turn off the light.
its over,
roll over.
breathing rate,
slowed.
pleased now ?
no,
regretting.
the second
before
now.

the pool of blood dripping from your nose
left a message on the carpet.
momma didnt want me to see,
so she took out the bleach,
and went to work.
but it stained her palm 
and i saw,
i read,
i comprehended.
so she unplugged my brainstem,
and sent me to the white room.
but my tounges still tounging for the answer.
blurting out words,
that only god could piece together.
it was coloring time,
so i layed a piece of paper on the floor,
and threw up colors,
and created a masterpiece.
and it hangs in your living room,
the message has been sent.

if gods real why wont he give me what i want

pacing up and down for 17 years 
and i still havent found it.
inadequate questioning always fills my thoughts

and at this point in time
my body hasent comprehended.
what my brain has on mind.
should i keep in the safe zone
or pull away, and possibly break bones on the way.