where dreams once lived, terror rules the apex, unbalanced.
it sleeps with me, naked in my bed, consent unsolicited.
but it takes the permission, embodied by morbid desires
whispers of shade claim the world is a mirror, warped
unchained, distorted - hungry to be anything but a monster
with a satisfied grin, despicably believable, opened wide
call it what it wants to be but it is what it is until things change
some nights i bury my pain like treasure in a cloudy mind
a wild goose on the horizon calls my name, calls me closer
it sounds like what i always dreamed of, with sharpened teeth
a sermon sounding good on paper, spoken but left unpracticed
it says a lot to see a world that has monsters to kill
i am haunted by insistent memories of what i am not
and the brother i have with a violating curiosity
one act that stole my innocence and another that broke my trust
and the rest that left me endebted to pay for being betrayed
a sexual guinea pig, an unworthy and fetishized lab rat
no desire for heads or tails of a cursed currency,
unresolved and conflicted about being grateful for the wicked,
i know and i see how it's been twisted, how naive i was
i sing my song for me, regardless of how much of it is heard
crafted into what is my origin story, recollected.
it is your house and i refuse to clean it, indentured
i am the fringe; representative, experimental, antagonistic
a redactical edition, a limitless print supplying demand
i am sorry about the problems you want to be mine
jumping through hoops, out of frying pans, into fires
boldly standing alone at the line, difficult to draw
it is a shape-shifting figment of imagination and desire
spoken to like you think i am a mere unowned burden
undomesticated and feral, creating the room to grow
ask me anything of what happens behind the scenes
the hands of the stage, fully aware of what lurks in the dark
i am semi-charmed, blessed with a stubborn heart and this mouth
i am a quest for meaning but not yet willing to find what i see
just a question whose answer is only variables and unknowns
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.



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