The Bitter Manipulation Of The Juxtaposition – Wrapped In Words

Regurgitate what festers inside me, let it escape outward and over across the floor before me, give me breath, give me separation from this suffocation, these hands around my throat, life’s twisted rules, its immature games, its petty ploys, its manpulation of the juxtaposition, oh life, you bitter beast, forgive me for my sins, forgive …