Tourette's army...

this is not the end...
this belief is implanted in common consciousness...
shot me full of plagues without a cure...
this and more is what I deserve...
even with prejudice eyes you can examine...
demonstrate with real science...
how we designate a chemical to every reaction...
within each of these cunning examples of grace are observed...(variables)...
severed and replaced with parallels...

And you didn't think it through enough to seek the requisite vengeance...
smile with the blood still on your lips...
I caused a rainfall, body part waterfall...
only time will dry off these human acid rain drops in pressure...

I only say these things to vertical results...
but they never work like they should...
try out different windows to escape, but no a single one is open...
break the chain, stop the cycle, vicious, vicious hands that take me under...

all that is left is a compliment, forced out because of need of hope...
won't take me under again, this is worth a thousand broken necks...
the only worthwhile address, was spoken in past pretense...
this shadow follows me, even in darkness, it's my harness...
now dig in, the banquet is served...

Now that it's important, the gravity is imported...
from a separate occasion, the only one with roots in reality...
the black hole hit with blank generation stares...
take time in wounded hands and take measures with the tetanus nails...

Blood, river, soil...
human stain reaction...
wake up the past with light...
I will walk away untouched...
unfelt, uninvited, unsung, malinformed...
malajusted, disfunctional, incomplete...
overflow, scars, red is a memory...
sad but hidden in inflicted wounds on those they told me were my enemies...