Rhythmic Confusion

Barricading everything familiar,
Purposely defacing your wall,
When will these promises,
Of poisonous black belonging,
Take effect?

These thoughts,
Will drive you insane,
Pain will indefinitely blur,
The medicine cabinet.

Foundations have reinforcements.

This bemused displacement,
Will assist in moving thoughts,
To their correct conscience positions.

Smile at the lonely,
They what you temporarily had,
But you know what?

The bastards can’t have it.