My Mephitic Screech Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Here we go,
Force the screaming out of the lungs withering under the hidden taboos of what I'd never tell you.
Finally face my ghastly hauntings of him and you in my head,
Which only serves the majestic depiction of you happy without me.
Cannot be protected by the dragging of chains across my neck in place of the ever breaking and undependable rope of trance.
Forsake the aid of sight and release into the hypnosis of lyric and purging.
Comforting voices tell me it's all alright,
I ignore them yet again to selfishly tend to my own wounds.
Running from problems like a coward to the hills.
Abandon scabbard and shield.
Silence of the interlude as time slows and stills.
Meet me in the field where law is null and fights end with the way it would best seem fit to improve the selfish and arrogant who dare have the pretense to assume their invincibility to the laws of man and nature.
Omit the thoughts of her and I.
Refuse to promote my own foolhardy campaign of selfish bartering of hearts any further.