Godsmack

I want to

Godsmack

You

But it

Isn’t my

Place

I want to

Rip your

Soul from

Your chest

And show you

Your own

Disgrace

This bile

feeling

Is projection

From your face

You make me sick

Physically ill

When you send

Bad thoughts

My way

Judging excessively

Like your in a safe place

Your eyes are the window

To your soul

I am popping

Popcorn

Filling a bowl

Watching you

Walk closer

To the river

Pay the

Pipers

Toll

You think

Your in control

Get over

Yourself

What you see

Is nothing

Your bloated

By your own

Attempts

Who stopped you

From being you?

Who weakened

Your posture

To that burdened

Blue?

Do you twiddle

Your thumbs

And repeat

“I love everyone”

Forgetting

Yourself

And feeling

Almost done

I want to

Godsmack

You

But I

Don’t

Recognize

Your face

7 years

They tell

Me

before

You find

Your place.