...
to the cockroach in my mind,
to the cockroach in my mind,
i can feel your sticky smooth presence
and i hear the odor of a lonely world
your pine-needle legs tapping on my mental folds
attempting to make me boil with overflowing cold
your itchy silence echoing
"hes not for you" "yall arent a we"
leaving your black smudges on my brainfloors
just so you can humanize me to set my soul free
but ill make you a deal you nonbelieving-love whore
i will accept you and eternally welcome you in
but only if
you gnaw away the mindwalls of doubt & negativity
and leave those precious ones for me
...for HIM...
...