'The Last Episodes Of A Vintage Slave' Poem by Verlecia fields

'The last Episodes of a Vintage slave'

I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of loaded madness...
to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...
now manipulation is but a...
Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly
saw in the nude...
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished
know i will wait for you, in hell...
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved, , ,

aka: lyricvixen