One, Two, Three, And Be Gone Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The fuse is lit.
Look theres another flying brick.
Get down, and get ready for this storm.
This is my castle, this is the place I call home.
Disorganized, and disformed.
The walls just melt away.
Sky to mother earth, a sight no more grand or diverse.
I still feel so mift.
Where is this?
Please doctor is it a head injury?
Oh, now is it mental or phisyical?
The magical, 'lyrical, hysterical, cynical, way inwhich the mind works.
Just blurts out somemore words.
Didn't you see that sign that says 'do not disturb'
What do you mean it's not there?
Oh god damn't I know I just put it, and their goes off the oddest looking stares.
Oh do on come in, just watch for the rabbid cat he bites.
Thoughts that just don't come out right.
One photograph says it all.
A trip down phantom halls.
Curtains that move all by themselves.
Shady little elves.
I know it was you, I know the truth.
I know truth, forever and always in the back of my mind.
Already forgotten, a good time till the heart breaks.
Oh and the wounds we do take.
Misery.
It's not yours, it's just another number of mistakes.
Nailed on the cross, open flesh and a dash of salt.
Keeping my eyes closed.
A sloppy dreamy drift.
The muscles are kind of stiff, and they don't want to move an inch.
But I feel the change.
It's something deffinitely different.
Motivation, inclination, aggravation.
A single miscalculation, the all apparent deviation.
This time there will be no hesitation.
The writer of this song.
Be gone.
Oh just be gone.