Faze Poem by Arthur George

singe your whiskers on my bedroom fire,
i yearn with perverse desire.
help me please, to see im saying,
i want freedom, not to be alone.
black shackles round my ankles make me nervous,
push me please from the golden house.

i need protection from another body,
bite my tongue just to save a time.
bend me backwards mishape my person,
undo whats done if you can.

i blame fate, for my mistake lady
you were cruel but i was worse.
need new horizons outside my skin
i hate my friends but its not them.

ugly faces on the grey sky beckon,
dark breeze sent straight from God.
ivy creeps but i stand rigid,
will i wilt or rise again.

test my virute on the morning, daily.
im not Adam or the snake, im lame.
superstitious, fictitious nightmare
wake me up from this disease.

if you knew me you would change your feeling,
thick in water float like a bone.
vent my angusih to my eyelids, maybe
glistening neck from the layered load.

spasm daily my mind is empty,
out the cage soon but not for long.
did i mention im your favourite person,
skin is fixed beneath these wings.

clip my razor on a whim to spite you,
liberty evades me for kicks.
strangely stumble in the brightest hour,
lay down, face up, hands entwined.

if your nervous i will make you remember,
tremble lightly dont move your head.
books lay open on the sun-stained table
my hands are hollow but wandering.

pick your locket just to freeze a moment
can i begin will you let me end.
this has to stop or ill never flourish,
my soul is tangled but its bittersweet.

keep the pace, baptize my body
fingers longer than a castle path.
if your sorry, ill accept it im ready
bow my head in the face of sin.

scarlet harlot wants me for an hour,
i say its over but she scratches me.
growing into a strange man gayly
breathe away this tainted year.

faint reflections decieve my senses
a cannister of guilt and shame.
revel in self pity like a jungle fire,
fade out but not too soon.

ash-grey basement where i kept your secret,
im conniving a moral clown.
if your lonely i will be your pillow,
no strings attached, just a stolen bliss.

broken matchstick, no ignition
crack a smile its about time.
im faithful to a walking cliche
overloaded anger ravage on.