Sweats

I don’t know any rules about these things, I feel bad for posting my crap but it’s all I really have. Enjoyed making this character, more detail on it at the bottom of post.

Stop, adjust and check your mirror
Avoid your muse if you still fear her
You need to slow down before you burst
In joyous spatters of hate’s disintegration
But even for an end that’s not the worst
Because you’ve only just met anger’s elation

And now you’re getting better
Getting better, getting better

When your highs are low
And your lows only reach lower
There was no way to know
That this was the door
Upright downside up on the floor
Could you ask for anything more?
The windows in the ceiling
Open up onto the walls
Why the hell aren’t you reeling?
Do you even hear the calls
Left over to try and start you feeling

Free yourself, they’re only clouds
Dust yourself off and run away
Before you’re caught up in the shrouds
Of some pitiful fool’s despair
Embrace the feeling,
Embrace the healing,
Of cutting away all the excess flesh,
Because sweat’s thicker than blood
Until it evaporates, slowly

This was the door
Upright downside up on the floor
Do you want anything more?
The windows in the ceiling
Open up onto the walls
It’s just a fucked up room
Stuck in a fucked up room
Staring at a fucked up moon

Gasp for breath, expect your death
And it will only avoid you
Your interest makes it shrivel up
In it’s pitiful despair
Embrace the feeling,
Embrace the healing,
To try and stop being who you are
The torn cuticles shredded and mangled
Representing, symbolizing the hart on the string
That followed the only way to the river Lethe

Because this was the door
Upright downside up on the floor
Do you want anything more?
The windows in the ceiling
Open up onto the walls
It’s just a fucked up room
Stuck in a fucked up room
Staring at a fucked up moon

Hold onto your life, you must remember!
Does it mean so much to you now I wonder?
There’s a change that will come about!
But you’re headed the wrong way don’t you know?
That you can not reap what you sow
If you forget where your field was, leave it behind
Reap nothing and rape nothing
Want nothing and shed your skin
Delicate rose of flesh and sin
Be prepared, I’m coming in.

In through the door
Upright downside up on the floor
Do you want anything more?
The windows in the ceiling
Open up onto the walls
It’s just a fucked up room
Stuck in a fucked up room
Staring at a fucked up moon

’cause your highs are low
And lows only reach lower
There was no way to know
That this was the door
Upright downside up on the floor
The windows in the ceiling
Open up onto the walls
Could you ask for anything more
Than everything.

Started at 10:40 ended 10:50. I don’t normally force rhymes but here it seemed to work out ok,  (with the door and lower if you missed it) I also don’t normally use language in my poetry but this seemed appropriate. Anyways, enjoy/comment whatever you want.