Animal in Human Clothing

“Help me to believe its not the real me, no one will ever tame this animal I have become”

No bullets are missing in this game of roulette
No one walks away
Death by a million bad decisions
Death by a million good ones
I grok lies
I appoint my own disappointment
My atonement chases me like a swarm of bees
Pissed off about their missing honey
Hive broken on the ground and ripped apart by greedy wandering hands
Honey attracts flies and dirt
Sticky shit
I am filthy
Baggage packed under unrested eyes
Manipulation so subtle it is confused with generosity
Hiding in plain sight
I exist it is intentions that are unseen
Annexed to fire
Anointed by pestilence
Button down savage
Metro sexual Demon
Right and Wrong are blurred
Like vision after being punched to much
Pearl Tongue and wicked heart
Listen at your own peril
Honesty can be grow-test
So can I
No prying of fingers
Try cutting of hands
I lay these cards on the table
Like Scott paper towels laid out in front of the computer
Soon to filled with seeds of life
Lets see how much your paper faith can hold
A pending exorcism
Lifting of the cloak of righteousness
Reveals some angels are more corrupted then their so called demons
Penetrate the world
Stand behind it and whisper into its darkness
“try it you might like it, just the tip, just for a second, just to see how it feels”
Insert truth and logic and reason until the orifice of all that was is stretched