Ink Scarred Tissue

I told you I was a sucker for love,
Heart on sleeve,
Transposed to the sole of your shoe
Wrapped around my own clavical,
And buried with me.
Suicide by noose made from strained heart strings.
I'm just the yesterday of tomorrow,
The shadow of a withered distant future
Trying to understand why I'm scared of myself.
In the company of aparitions,
More apathetic and vivrant than th liveliest of those still walking.
Zombies robbing the world of the living of its perfection by fucking up their own temples.
Sacrilage with false idols of liquor and chemical stimulants.
Symbolism is symbiotic with sins.
I am Madusas eyes with cheap contacts
Trying to understand Gill Scotts depiction of the Wright Brothers plight.
Contact!
The life after life
Past the signs leading to Peter's gate
Or Satans plate.
Trapped at the fork
Trying to force out the stainless steel prongs
And climb higher through the food chain.
I'm left brain logic with insane third party intuition.
The mission statement from West African tribes to the Carribean from the slave ship.
Embedded from dirt road to pavement.
Adjacent to ghetto like my end result is a prerequisite.
Recognized by government as natural selection
Stuck at the intersection of faith and belief
Like an athiest who saw God surviving a fatal accident.
I stand at the threshold of forever not crossing cause i'm too scared of the seconds following
"I Love You"
To move forward past everything that follows.
Where nothing even matters but you,
Where I want you like Erykah wanted Dilla when she wrote telephone.
"Telephone...it's Myk Dya-. I'm spittin words to guide you home. Hope it won't be too long....No it won't be to long."
I told Peter you were coming, the spot on the guestlist is secure...
So I'll be waiting with Langston, Billie, Ralph, James, Etta, and Duke.
Thanking them for the blueprint
Apologizing for the smudges
And stenciling a new tatoo of love
Hoping this time they won't turn it into a T-shirt,
Where the brand name is embedded into the bottom of your footwear,
Or securely fastened around my throat.
Double jeapordy of the heart...
I won't serve time for this crime...
Criminal minded but mindful that criminals were once innocent.
So in a sense...my wrong akin to right like
Days akin to night might stop....
Cause I lack the common sense to go on.