RMC

Inside I’m ugly, basic and shamed
for the things I do like you same.
I have no feelings of angst now,
I have no blame in this skeletal frame.

I am but bones of flesh I guess
tomorrow will be okay.
I don’t know how to live with myself
while deep blood seeking touch sustains.

I push it down as long as I can.
The things that make me just a man
the same as you that’s ugly, basic
and show what I am.

The baggage I carry I’ll ferry
with a coin for the damned
to carry me through the mist
to a fitting damned land I understand.

The fade to black skeletal it is
has me quiz my God am I odd?
No I am not and who says different
is a liar and a fraud.

Not to justify the flesh,
for it is weak and needs rapture.
But joy, bliss and happiness
are hard for many to capture.

The land has turned black
and the lack of empathy
is giving me a heart attack
my flesh and angst I have plenty.

On pages and in the deep
recesses of my desire Ill taste fire
from the devil for I am skeletal
the smell of sulfur makes me perspire.