• The Third Degree

    Wicked determination;
    Same as damnation
    stuck in the fabric
    entanglement ;labyrinth
    a single word
    still unheard
    protrusion of them
    lodged in
    stuck in my voice
    by choice?
    No of course not
    But it involves
    A choice from a long time ago
    I suppose
    What else could it be
    But a forgotten memory
    Something said and now can’t get loose
    Tightening relative to a noose
    Around my neck
    A slender wreck
    Parallel to a trains
    Its become engrained
    To a living jinx
    A c***k
    In a long chain
    I must refrain
    I keep breathing;
    Retreating
    Back away
    But my mind tends to stray
    Into vexation
    Certain situations
    Can’t be resolved
    So people become appalled
    I really do try
    But sometimes the best thing is to just hide
    But if I do that I get judged
    By people who have no room to judge
    But still they strive
    Thrive
    On bring me down the best they can
    Bury me; show everyone I’m damned
    So what am I to do
    When all I want is for all this to be through?