~~~Straighten Myself~~~

Gripping onto the air.
Going out of the box.
Looking in.
Everywhere I go.
Seeing the outer realm.
The opportunity to live.
But going the other way.
Scraping with myself.
Laughing at the unfortunate souls.
Straighten myself.
Spiking the water in my own house.
To frame me.
And frame me.
To look at him.
Is to look at myself.
The same thing.
But somehow different.
And alike.
But not really.
Confusing blindness
Is to see a mocking bird
And kill it.
But then bring it back to life.
By whispering to it.
Six feet above.
And not under.
To live but not die.
"To live but not to live. That is his question"
But not mine.
So why do I care.
But I do care.
Under my thinking.
Under the covers of the church.
Be free is all I’m saying.
Choose to die. But not.
Choose to poison yourself. But don't.
Choose to be six feet under. But you’re not.
Your spirit is better than that.
That is your choice.
But not yours.
It is my choice.
But hers.
So straighten your soul.
And get it right.
So you can see.
What lies you have told.
But you haven't.