What’s your coping mechanism?
The devil we know
Was always better than the sweet little angel we did not know
My coping mechanism is toxic positivity
It eludes my judgment
Preludes my self-inflicted pain
And validates my lustrous prejudice
It is a repetitious melody of static energy
Compacted with delicate complexities of emptiness
Responding only to real pain as gratitude
My coping mechanism is disruptive at times
It consumes myself conscious
With confusing scarring elusive intent
Denying all that is transgressed to societal norms
Acting irrational as the fleshly needs yearn for immediate contact
Whilst it turns convection and authority over its head
It leads me into narcissistic tendencies
Beyond my exotic erotic eccentric delusions
My coping mechanism
Sometimes fringes its waste on empty half minded illusions
And cries back as an echo from the whispering shores
I hear voices amidst a torn soul
And begin to think as I weep tears of meth and crystal
Beginning to slumber on the thought of solemn surge
And the scourge of feeling lonely
My spirit haunts me in my last hour
As it dwells amid bony flowers, with crystalized glass
Feeling eventide as I listen earnestly
At the molding flowers at display
The air I breathe is damp and lusted close
As a man sick in his room as he takes repose
My eerie heart is left faint as my whole body grieves for more
How could I?
How could I possibly fathom
This coping mechanism that makes my soul fly away
Whilst it sleeps and walks densely upon a plain
Of magnetic curved swords
With tasty freckle filled buckets of lust and beauty that sows divinity in grass
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PoetryAs humans we paint a fabricated picture of who we are and what we stand for. We are caught in pits of hells as we try to impress the status quo of a today society's...
