Acid Test

Acid Test

Acidic touch with scale shed hands

Fallibility like an overcoat, splashed and sprayed on

Bath me, dip me in this mix of rodent, reptile, not worth while

What options do I have, just silence and a ban

From ever trying to make a request

Rejected in every semblance of a hope

Escaping misunderstandings I keep making

Out into this gaseous-form figure shaping in her mind

Why can’t I seem respectively normal anytime?

Morph me into an adolescent to relearn the management

Of normal discourse, words make it worse

Lie to myself about timelines and readiness and all I get is a cloud

Of forgetfulness to hope to consume like Alice with the cakes

To grow too large and ignore my mistakes

But I am always small and the memories are what stay tall

Why can’t I run and touch something genuine?

Out there so erudite out there dodging my sight

Walled away and so I say this is all the game
I know squawk and walk and it funnels down the pot

Skin still burns, scar so fresh that trying seems like the thousandth failed test

Loser on the turn awaiting another answer and it slices in to a corpse

Mash this flesh, no matter the depth

Just a zombie walking this space, numbed myself to ignore the dates

And times and lines, I have tried to utter and found

The mismatch waiting to discover that in some past life I was a hell of a bastard

This redub is a reciprocated conversation in chemical reactions

To those broken factions of people I once left behind

Now I am one, ignorant to why just scaled up

With these useless limbs incapable of gripping the right way to live