I think my tongue is broken; either that or its out of date.
Out of date like that of my joy,
filled up but only with expired goods.
Sour blood flows throughout my veins,
spoiled thoughts infest my mind.
When did this happen you might ask…
The day I took in my first bit of sunlight & poison.
New then but a second later spoiled by my fore fathers…
I expired the day I was born...
New & fresh to this world… but lets be honest… I’m just another child covered in sin…
Nothing new can come; everything that was is & will still be… I can create no shock.
The only shock I was ever able to produce was the shock in my heart when you said you loved me… when I was truly opened to actual art.
As soon as I said “I do”… you entered my spoiled & overdue heart… it was quicker then a flash across the night time sky.
“Take care yesterday…” for today is gone & I am with it... yes... for better or worse I am with it.