The Mutilation Of Me

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taken from my book, "Does It Bother You Much?"

Submitted: October 02, 2017

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Submitted: October 02, 2017



The Mutilation Of Me


My honest dumbfounded self

Has wandered off into Hell

Trapped in a brain

Endless in expansion

The twinkles of the stars above

Fathoms the cause of lost love

When I fallow myself, unto my death

No one can make me disappear

But no one can even care

When the monster of pain eats me alive

I know for sure that I will die

When the cost of good luck comes along

The shit will hit the fan and spray

Turning my life into an eternal crappy day

And ev'rything will suck

But I'll be told not to give a fuck

From ev'ry one that I know

And the ones I don't know won't say a thing

And though I'll stay clean thru all the madness

A living Hell, I will be stuck in

Tonight the stars shimmer and shine

But with nobody here, I don't bother to look

The flies chased my nose into this book

To guide a pen into explanation

Onto flat blue lines for what's on my mind

An eagerness to leave this wretched Hell hole

And send my heart to home once more

The laughter and the mumbled words in the distance

Is hard to hear

But easy to fear

It drowns me, as it takes me down

Punishes me

And drags me across a sharp grain

Splintering me

And digging into my flesh

I don't feel quite fresh

In my mind, my thoughts have crept

Surfacing the doom

That is always soon

Putting me in such a bad mood

As I move thru this valley of death

Dying, with such little time left



D. L. Cannon

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