Real Foe

I was choking on my minds rage.

I was here and there Inside of Age.

The cum ran down my mouth and face,

I threw-up inside my body's thought.

The surging fact of real body,

over this I truly toil.

Disgusting late in madness rank.

Missing only body form.

Reality is a blistering spot,

until the boil pops!!

Screaming anxiousness, in toil I turn,

am I here experiencing there?

Real spin of rotten Life!

the stinking Depth of Pain.

Hurtful ringing in my ears.

Rotten, Muddy mirrors.

Don't help in this empty nest!

Don't call for your own faness!

All I know is what I show,

Agony of Life, in this I grow.

Making memories of real foe. 

K.A.P.

6/16/2009