Like a beached whale, I feel harpooned, stuck
Dead in my heart, slowly losing life force;
Energy depleting from daily exposure to the toxic rays
Of concealed poison;
Eating away at fresh flesh like gangrene,
I guess I'm going to have to amputate;
Remove the hate
Lost (s.o.s) knowing the truth, but still
Waiting on cupid to shoot some arrows
Towards that left upper section, missing my
Blessings from the only One that provides
True protection;
Disoriented like just waking up
From a 7year coma, trying to figure out
Who is this stranger peering back at me through this mirror;
He looks like me, sounds like me, just in an older version;
3plus the 0, but 107's what I'm predestined to see;
But misplaced is the spirit of the soul that roams
Nomadically, sporadically jotting down rapidly to
Document daily manuscripts of my predicament!