Torturous Public Violation

I sit here and my brain is far away. The light through the window is grey. Missed meetings and intersections is just a person saying no in a different way. The hell of having to answer to the air as it laughs at me behind the scenes. Who is laughing today? I hope you are. Cruelty toward me, The Giving Tree, leaves me in pieces in many places, and viewing other than the brutality of master/ thief. I pick it up and get away. People speak of that fateful day as if they were there with me. They were not. Liars are a penny a dozen in this town around me and that rodeo to begin with. Light does emanate even as they torture me so publically. I explain very little today, but interrogation has been torturous infinity. The glass houses all of you earthlings live in are about to explode continuously with you inside. Your cruelty bares your teeth today, and you use LA witchraft to say, "I want you to suffer today." Well that is everyone everyday, and I do know that you and your crew is just a mirage. You are a dangerous shoe that will never fit me properly that encourages me to fall continuously. Talk, talk, talk. Be a part of the system and go down with the herd. You are delusional about me, and your relationship with me, so you will tell everyone that about me. I suggest that you spend some time in silence watching your thought process. Stop yourself if you even begin to think of me. If you become despondent, no one will care. The willow beckons and the noose is already tied and swinging in the breeze. Someone hums Lullaby telepathically from far away. You hear me say, "It is not the me that you see. It is melody that will be for my primal army. Shhhh, go to sleep and wake up with a dream of what you want to know and be."