The Road To Nowhere Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A boil in your brain.
A stain in you eye.
Blotting out the blue skies.
A soul torn upon a shallow riptide.
I confess, I undress, shed my snakes skin.
The mark of twins.
Two sides to the unforgiven.
A banjo is playing, but somethings right.
The sound is so erie.
Chasing the shadows in me.
A game of twiddle dumb, and twiddle dee.
Slipping and breaking a knee.
A watch out for the ice would have nice.
Bad advice, a roll rigged dice.
Mice that eat men.
How can I defend?
A horrible game of pretend.
The nightmare descends.
The genie broke bottle.
Glass becomes reflections of your dissection.
You become the disease infection.
Just can't get rid it.
Call it a complication.
A backwards hiccup.
Just don't swallow.
Living a life of the hollow.
Trying to rest your head on a empty pillow.
So hard, so ruff, the jagged edges cut right through you.
Glue that doesn't stick.
A prophet that predicts the opposite.
A clear blind fold.
A choke that becomes a snezze.
A picture where nobody is in it to say cheese.
Venom that doesn't poison.
A bite that doesn't puncture.
A straight-jacket that sets you free.
A god that won't forgive.
A contradiction in every turn.
This is the road to nowhere.