Not A Fuckin Deer

From the time I knew until it melts
Incomprehensible as the things I felt
Without capacity for to understand
My utter dismay at the vagueness offhand
This bewilderment was completely unplanned...

Yet here i am in some way shocked
As if in a spotlight I'm somehow caught
Unveiled and failed in a cervid spytalk
I feel ive been discovered as a deer that's not

🦌 im never a forest dweller, i just sought some sort of direction
It's a pain in the place of where I once knew i had a connection
The mathematics of wrongdoing and a geometric deception
The circle has taken the square to the best of my recollection
But i may have misfolded proteins, apoptosis or prion infection...

Though infallible my memory has failed me
To remember that thinking back to a thing so vague
As loose as leaves and unclear as detailed be
Remembrance of prior dialog, virulent as a plague.

Ingest my flesh and become part of me
Imbibe the grey matter and what matters to this category
Drink the blood and slake the thirst of a long dead glory
Gorged on my organs and forged in the bile of an ailed fairy story.
For some reason there's always more for me...

It's evidently too much, every now and again
In wake of constant panic, frantic shedding skin
Don't look at me, I can tell at any glance
Notice that I'm being noticed, only happenstance
I need you more than i can say, without a chance...

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