Me, Myself, And I

Ending my hiatus because I wanted to post this.

I was in the mood.

TW: violence

Like pages torn from a book, I throw myself away

Like the freedom I mistook, but always to my dismay

I take pieces of myself, torn with ragged edge

To nobody’s indiscretion, only my behest, driving between myself

Mallet striking wedge

I’ve come to an understanding

You and I, I and me, only one can be left standing

Me, myself, and I

Who will live and who will die?

The one I feed, feed gluttonous and bloated

Mercy is sprayed as I make the cut and my hands are coated

Drop the hammer, stomp the foot

You did what you thought you could

Foot in mouth, and head where it don’t shine

Metal meshing, straight cut gears whine

Whine

Whine

You toed the line for the last time

Me, myself, and I?

Who can survive?

Who gets their paws on the speakerphone

Who sits on the biological throne?

While everyone else lies prone

Let me tell you about me

I’m the source of all the grandiosity

Deluded mirror image to the marrow of the bone

Listening to itself over the phone

Let me tell you about myself

I think of me, and nobody else

Heaven forsaken, I carve out my own little slice of hell

Because I started babbling, why I can’t stop nobody can tell

And I am I, caught in the middle

Of the thumbs of two vicious beasts, they screw me up with every twiddle

Whispering through a broken mouthpiece

Help, help me

Help I

Help myself

Help us please

Broken bits of flesh and ivory glisten as one consumes the other and back around again

Ragged edge, torn open wounds

Jagged wedge, muscled down to mantra tunes

Skipping record, broken foot

I’d do what I can if I could

But I’m trapped in the middle of the viscera and trailing broken arms

Everything consumes itself slowly, despite the glitter, niceties and social charms

Butterfly or battered moth

Matters not

It’s what you got

It’s what I thought

It’s what I wanted and coveted

So I’ll take what’s mine and find my end

Stealing

Taking

From me, myself, and I.