Turk

I cannot grasp this black psychology

My cage's walls are closing in on me

The rage that surfaces is not my soul

It's like a devil taking all control

The violence lives in me and will not leave

Like a magician with pain up his sleeve

The sigh of God is to unfold

Memories untold

For ever poem's a rhyme

The joke is father time

One delves in twisted sexuality

Substance abuse and immortality

A stark obsession no one else would know

Questions unanswered, how far can this go

The wall of torment, my blood's boiling

Break this shell to do what's so obscene