Do not interrupt me,
for misery you'll see.
Hurt, crushed, torn, pain,
Madness, confusion, blackened rain.
Chaos, unknowing, paranoid, afraid.
The mysterious silence soon will fade.
This restricted belief
Has absolutely no relief.
My remote terror and publicized rage
Left me feeling as if in a cage.
This life has passed on, leaving my soul
Crystallized and fragile, and black as coal.
These dysfunctional wings aren't getting me anywhere,
My breathless insanity has the only care.
But what to do with my misunderstood & forgotten worry?
This maltreated greed has taken over with furry.
My dedication and sincereness has been stirred
By the enchanted possession I have heard.
My omnipotent mind has burnt out,
Its senses have been blasted without a doubt.
This emptiness is not imaginary fear,
It is yearning for a blistering ear.
So do not interrupt,
For mixed emotions you will see.
