RMC

Rock me to sleep,
weep in spare time feel
the zeal so real try
with comfort appeal.

Release the trigger,
to figure your slim figure,
I dream of in dreams it seems
you walk in and out with vigor.

Finger on my spine,
seduce in a trance a chime
hypnotizes to turn back
my genuine state of mind.

Faded webs of spiders,
who with I hold no hope I cope
with a gun to my head go ahead,
feed need in a bed with hope.

Empty stares stare down,
do not look at me with eyes,
that like to take my kindness
and twist into your own kind.

I see your torture invade,
I look up past things
to see if they breathe free
of toxic toxicity.

Let your grip release
your hand from the gun.
Your fun is a disgrace
and God sees all under the sun.

Sing me a song real
so I can stand tall my posture
is bent down by my age so
make my cage one you’ll foster.

You build me up only to
bring me back down.
You lead me places outside my
mind with your sound.

A city that counts
sins against me see
your flaws first your curse
from the past is worse.

Original sin and foundations
built in principle fade away.
Burn books you took lies
and our foundation you shook.

Lies convenient your direction
steers away all my affection.
So I spit on the ground,
in my disgust at your reflections.

You made a green machine
and broke it a thousand times.
I’ll dance not to petty crimes,
you fixate on to fuck with my mind.

I remember everything come
forth and rape my dreams.
It seems to make you happy,
and my torture makes you gleam.

Your evil distorted facts slander and
I find not a thought that you’re fancy.
Your web spins lies to capture me
and your songs try to dance me.

I think pure thoughts,
so don’t inject what you think ought
to be in your best interest;
you will see what your seeds brought.