Swim Good

Swimming in troubled thought, as I walk across the mall,
Like Paul, all my guilt glitter out of my mouth, pain got my mind against the wall.
Perhaps for my dark-on skin, which tones my wrongs on tint,
I would be walking shoulder low, broken, and chocking of my own stink.
Alternatively, to an artist to draw over my shame where cloths fail.
I think, am working with instinct.

Tear drops in disguise of Soda water,
Purchase of death stacked up in perfect order.
The chill in the beer serve as Firemen,
To appease the temper of a walking dead.
It is cold inside, means the end is near,
What is the size of my soul; I need me something to wear.

Hi boredom, Hello misery,
To my friends I salute and cheer.
In sacred despair, in torment, incurable burns,
I dwell in fear.
Uncertainty as to when or where, or where or when,
As it is anything, until it becomes something as regards the when or where.

Shrunken in black greed, Shylock I hail thee,
Constant self-denial and disregard of conscience
My fall I await indeed consequent of evil deeds
Grace of reproduction allow a dead seed a tree,
Grace of reproduction I channel a sinning spree.

The chain of evil around my neck,
wrist and ankles hold firm like the front locks of hell,
The rough edges burn and cause swell.
Vision is blurry; the weight pulls back,
The stench of rusty metal mixed with blood unbearable.
I see baby demon licking their thorny lips, awaiting devour of my remains.
Body and soul both thrown in utter anguish; both inseparable.

O sin! Knowing thy wage is demise, why then did thou embrace me?
Of what eternal plan have thou for me? Condemnation or life.
Swimming in troubled thoughts my heart soaked with splashing waters,
still I thrust, no brakes until my body lay still on earth’s crust,
or the proverbial return to dust

Thank You.

@pcogitatio