Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.
Down inside you’ll find the village of mercy.
Incorrectly named cause no one there has any.
Too busy starting fires or vying for control.
Its why I steer clear of all this maniacal.
For time is shorter than we wish to admit.
And I’m cracking from all the shit.
So remove myself from this war I found best.
Not a place or space I wish to be enveloped.
Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.
Fetid response wrapped in hungry snapping teeth.
Did I find this mess or did it seek out me?
Wish I knew though it changes so little.
To this minefield I refuse to be committal.
Rather someone else can risk treading these halls.
Meanwhile I’ll go about my life standing tall.
Much else to say I believe there is not.
So say farewell to what has become others rot.
Parasite and entropy.
Twinned in grandeur and instability.
What a sight to carve in cliffs.
Too many entities have become miffed.
Its why I struggle while string out.
In my head they remain and shout.
Not sure what will come next.
Feeling like I’ve been hexed.
Brain in fog, feels like a soup.
Maybe I’m falling off my loop.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 