chok3

i cant stand...
all your wires embracing me , thick webbed lure of a glittering treat , by the truckload unclaimed for the better life , sanctified in your desire to ration my air , with a straight face , and a bootlace noose , for the price of the sediment dreams. i took part in your vacancy , washed over my hands in your glorious bleed. and then i cut this token from the side of this broken and hallowed out monument pain built.
if i could cry , id drown in lies , in the deadeye of hindsight , and i cant raise my arms , i cant lift this tired form , i cant see why.
youre baiting me
stop baiting me
with a break in your power just tempered for how i might choose to relive this fat soaked need to be king , for a day. but for the right pay , to covet in steel gray , and state shaped hate. for all the vacant bodies , burnt and unsaved , for nothing more than being all. i wish i could wipe from this place. and im bound to be rolling in these rinds , tied on tight from my pockets to my mind. a battered bent tail off my spine , like some slack backed mule that i cant ride. i dont want to be out of this line , i dont want to be out of this time , i dont want to see what there is left of me. if i could run id drag my gun , and set it right to my eyes ,
if i could raise my hands.
if i could lift these tired plans ,
id rake out the crack in my mind.