Shh, the boogie has a monster...

Trapped in the twisted doorframe in my mind. Bound to the inner walls touching on the edges of sensitivities where secrets can't hide. Oh my. That feels good. As it should. Here in the fog the skin tightens on the thought of escaping for the pity lil patters that pulsate beneath the surfaces exposure. There's nothing to see here in this crowded space just beyond the eyes stare as the proof is minei can't his back from the closure. We're fine behind the lids that close out this world poking intent with is javelin piecing the flesh wanting the voices to whisper for help. But we're united as one dancing around the fire where everything goes that is able to slip in to be felt. There's too many savages buried in the smoke that rests as sut trampled on. Free me? That isn't a necessity to dream. I live in the daydreams of illusions playing with delusion skipping like a child who could cared less of a future that doesn't exist as of yet. Let's play a different type of game now that we've met. You go that way and I'll find you when my sanity cracks as I give chase to the desire of solitude. Fur me it's a mood. And I swing from the swamps drift of filth I shouldn't be thinking of. Go ahead as pad on through and get your judge on that nudges the repulsive feeling of luv. Labeled I'll swim with myself as the best friend rotating fade of your face skipping from thy recollection that you were here. We have nothing to fear. The pain is a pleasure of your leaving. A moment of your month opening to the gush upon you tongue. Now answer me this, was I worth the rush? I'm that broken monster playing a fool for the fairytale to fall from hopes generosity lying to be as different as days that mimic sessions of change. What's a name? A sound moaning with the shadows lost to the nightmares claimed by the night. And there's where I settle in with the silence chuckling as the one watching as you're still standing before me in luv with the hype. I was never here for the taking. I wasn't faking. I was just alive for a while to tell the stories to those within who weren't aware of how you were outta place. Correct your face. You taste better when your grinning from your knees as you climb this tree. This is me. The boogyman of attachments never failing to perform with the movement of how you've swayed your way into my grasp. And now it's time for me to return back to where I belong deep in the center of the lunacy as you pass. I'm in an invisible prison in which I'm willing to remain in rare form. Without a curiosity to become your norm. I'll be whatever gets you to leave me alone. A whore, a hoe. A waste of life. I like the peace and quiet a lil too much to adjust to behaviors too feminine to my unique tendencies unraveling only to chitter a chat in unwritten lines. The boogie has a monster hung just right. Is all I'll ever be, have to offer, give to your cause seeking sighs. I'm too far gone for you to comprehend the lack of ability to give even a fuck that isn't sexually satisfying until your unwilling to play along. I can't hear your heartbeat fluttering a promise to fulfill everything about you you before it's wrong. Does it turn you on to accept the challenge to infiltrate me in real time? If I let you in you'd tell on me in ways my legacy would've mind you skipping from fingertips as you descend into the nastiest phase of you coming undone as you ride. Shh, just get it and hate me for drawing the line I will not cross. Not unless you're tied to it with your eyes rolling in a shaking pause. No regrets is the only rule that aligns with the bs I'm on. Living the version of freedoms chains that feel snug to the squeeze has hands are worn. Moving in motion until my fantasies entertain my cravings. There's nothing here worth saving...