Narcotic psychosis driving
every word,
The inability to reason revealing
the absurd,
Those defenses never change,
Denial, attack, like a dog that
barks when sufficiently out of
range,
Just the same old exchange in
the wake of truth in
revelation,
You and your compulsion, your
constant agitation,
Denying just to deny because you
think it hides the truth,
In truth, your lost amid broken
chimes, voices in your head,
Ruining your body and sending your
mind back to its' youth,
Deny all you like, word is already
out and has been for a some
time,
The farther you fall, the higher
you have to climb...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
07/20/2013
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