Accept the disturbance,
That to which riddles the keen mind,
And is a reoccurrence,
Friends and family please see the signs!
The thoughts cut at the brain’s sense—
I accept the notions that are close to desecrated,
And wildly impure,
I accept the desolated, the void,
That exists solely to immure,
The good within the heart,
I am acceptant of the dear art,
That is the dark potency of poetry,
Outspokenly broken free….
From the shackles of what we choose to see as…acceptable.
I am wholly bad,
I am solely sick,
I am wholly glad,
Of being solely mixed,
Of interests for disgusting fads,
That can’t be fixed,
I am playing a part,
With a broken mind but patched heart,
Peer into the broken dark,
The silent warnings behind my skin I tear apart,
Each morning to forge a pretty face and warning smile,
To stay the fuck away, all while,
In the company of my sickness,
I have dipped into the salsa of disorder,
And I accidently caught on fire.