For You To Slay

My twisted pit

I wrench for fit

I to try and sit

but I do resist.

Entering ears

studious peers

find rudder a

current steers.

Wild dreams,

a loud ecstasy,

living in breath

live pleasantly.

The concrete

sleepers blind

feeling shame,

crippling wine.

I heard eyes I

feel them wade

into reasons of

what I can say.

As hands near

to console hurt

speak in venom

on shirt I skirt.

So be my God I

see you see odd

what places I go

escaping a prod.

Find voice cheer

do they who say

they are of peace

to judge, to slay.