Detachment

They won't post this on Marsocial for whatever reason, so if you give a flying fuck to read it, here you go.

"Detachment"
Obvious,

Not so.

Bright smile,

Obviously

Hides something hostile.

On the path when I had faith

How easily trusted

All of those smiles

Teeth turned quick to daggers

I can see into your souls

Play it off as eye-contact

But the secret is I

Take stock of what you are.

Fake and passionless

Worshipping folding Gods

Made from a cotton

Printer press

Upright

Noble

Masked and hiding behind

Pen names, troll names, wishes,

Windsor Knots and cloaks of dogma

Am God you will

Sell your soul

To own mine

Guess what

Too late

Someone ripped it from me

Don’t bother to push the pitch

You chose wrong to scratch your itch

Go back to the shelter of your corner

Office and bang your secretary

Upright

Noble

Reasons for your cloaks of proper

Profession

Your only ism

Why should I grin and hop-scotch my way

Into that illusion?

Juggling skulls on graves

Whip them

Whip your slaves

Juggling names on paper

Make them dance to wear that collar white.

Drifting off to sleep

Scent of cream and flame

Oh how I could have been your way

But instead I’m in your way.

She birthed me pushing at the end of the day.

She tried to push me along your way.

But no one ever asked to stay

Without complaint I walked away.

Grip the forehead snap the nape

Twist the wrist and bend the arm

Smash behind the skull

Guess what follows up

Hands behind my back too long

Rope burns and a crying song

Box covered in carpet

Covering the nails

Told you Daddy that I loved you

Then I put the fork into your eye

I can’t be like all the others

I’m afraid this is the last goodbye

So know that I forgive you

As I tear your face to shreds

Why were you that way?

Why is everyone the other way?