Trapped in your microcosm vacuum with your deep created hell

you needed me to be inside of your hell

Trapped in your deep hell

Your pit of self-created gutted shit

That screamed endlessly and

Pounded on my earth plates

Tectonically unsound

Running around the microcosm

A tight, stale vacuum

Master puppeteer with strings attached to your head

Eye lids pushed back to reveal whites

Nighttime sounds that creak good will

Entering me in and out and in and out

As you save yourself from your gutless glory

Feverish toils inside a beautiful, nasty shadow

You lurk around to pull up my shirt to check out the fresh bruises

Your handiwork

Canvas on earth

You choose to splatter

Your deep hell on to

You had it for too long

Now you can’t hack it

Getting cut off from the last bit of dry earth

It’s mine

Not yours

It’s never been yours

Get inside your room and linger

Until you pick out the right spinning object to throw,

As now it hits you back into the white void of your desire

Tornado warning microcosm

You won’t have a say about this weather

Anymore.