Life is too painful
I cannot process these thoughts in such an orderly fashion
to the left, if you're
unreasonable and false
to the right, if you're made of reason and truth
Somewhere along this year
my mind turned backward
and I began to process these thoughts differently
to the left, if you're made of reason
the right if you're an embodiment of
all my childhood fears and anxieties
or thoughts snared upon a bush made of maladies of the mind
thorns pricking at the very essence of my soul
to the right if you are indeed that
because you will be packed away
into all the important aspects of my daily life
and I will not call upon you
but you upon me
And when you call you will bellow
you will plant one single seed
and from it a single rose
and its thorns shall bleed
into my vision into my ears
and it will make everything clear
too clear
so clear that my head will boil
and begin to melt alongside my right to live
boiling through my will to be
and stopping at the edge of a mountain
where you will leave me
not quite into the sea but close enough for me to think
that any moment I will fall
and if I do
I beg
at least I no longer walk on the edge of insanity
