A Weird Little Dance

What can I say when words give way
to windows to the mind
where all the memories replay
chased by the beast of mine
To eat the happy memories
and write me only eulogies
and when I close my eyes, I see,
my own eyes look back at me

and the monster in the lens
crawls from my back and then gets in
Say what you're thinking, you miserable fuck!
I'm not that sad, just out of luck
Who are you trying to fucking defend?
Why trust you when you're pretend?

Another demon of the mind
drowned in liquid anodyne
falls over the table and into the floor
never to eat my mind anymore.
Then I hear an open door
through which came a thousand more
and I just let them feed.

They pick apart my mind and play
the same old routine every day
chain me down and, underground
descend upon me as their prey
I lay there in the stifling air
and dying never prayed.
After all what is the chance,
that we'll survive this little dance?
And if we don't where go our words?
Unheard in the wind like birds.

Poem by Brandon Nobles

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