I'm lending, descending, and gender bending
I'm tending to transcending slender endings.
I burst first from earth,
Immersed and cursed with mirth.

Rain stains the window pane,
But fame still claims my name.
I lack the exact tact of a rat pack
In fact all that's a bad act.

Inside I hide the side,
I've tried to ride alive
Glide, fly, and survive.

I'm mad and bad,
I've had glad... just a tad
But all it did was make me sad.

In style with guile and a smile
Like a child that lasts a while.
But in this rut I strut,
A lost mutt, shut in the veins I cut.

Forever showing and never knowing
Which way the snow is blowing.
It seems like a dream,
To gleam with moon beams,

A light in your sight; too white and bright,
Burns and concerns the eyes,
Not surprised; my sweet demise
My heart cries and dies...

I'm all alone, no one at home,
A clone of a clone
Left in this zone to roam.

I ache and moan weak to the bone,
spiraling down the cone; dethroned.

But hey... It's too gray today
To play this game; I fade away.
Before them, I send a friend
Far from the end; there's Zen to mend.

Results are insults from adults,
Who consult the controlling cult.
I can't stop writing, its too exciting
This feeling I'm fighting,
My lip I'm biting!
In a room without lighting
I'm a UFO sighting.

It's chronic, electronic like sub-sonic wet fog,
And this tonic's bubonic like the bionic red dog.
All these potions in motion just cause commotion...

Stained covers hover above the stutters of lovers.
Brother, discover no other rudder could sail through my blood your stuck here to suffer...

My mind lost in time is full of signs and poetic lines
But it grinds at my binds, and slowly unwinds the vines,
That strangle and mangle the tangle of people that dangle,
From my life... it's alright, quite nice...
To slice off the trite with my knife,

Conjoined twin joints no one anoints; there's no point.
All these things toppled great kings
that scream like plucked harp strings,

An entrance with chants and rants
Implanted trances cloaking my stance,
Never given a chance to advance
On fire in ice water I dance.

I'll just mask my task and ask about your past.
Forget what's real; there's nothing I feel
Heart of rusted steal I don't want to heal,
Keeping it hidden and ridden
In a place that's forbidden... never forgiven.

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