Heck, for all the times, that my two eyes,
had rolled into the back of my head,
you’d think I’d see my thoughts pacing,
or the addictive mind that wanted me dead.
For all the times that I had thrown it all up
the poisonous contents inside of my gut,
I”d maybe see what has been eating inside,
and make it all seem a little more clear-cut.
What’s this crawling feeling under my skin?
I wish I could slice at it, to make it bleed out,
but the last thing I need is someone asking me,
“what’s wrong?” , now that, I can do without.
The angels wouldn’t even try to enter my soul,
they claimed they had taken the wrong turn,
they just knew if they tried to enter my aura,
like entering earth’s atmosphere, they’d burn.
So I am left all alone to battle these demons,
maybe I’ll just ask politely if we can coexist,
I humbly admit…
I can’t do without help, that I require from family,
my friends, or in this case I guess, an exorcist.
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