Hurt me

In the stiff air The devil who wears That face of despair The stair the glare of hate Of my impending fate I was left twisting turning below there will come a time where the fetid air will wash the faces and the stairs will become one with dark Beyond repair the snarl the toothed gullet of on aged park was seen a slotted window bellied like a figs fruit distraction is the music of the flute Stops and steps out of my mind Stops and steps out of my body Stops and steps is all i find hiding in my Cocoon of Soddy Climbing stretching over the third stair fading fading Beyond the hope of despair Climbing and Climbing the stair soaking up my colors is his eyes only full of despise God was i Worthy lord im not worthy My lord will speak to the only lonely people As i will stay stained and dirty -(Inspired by t.s. Elliott)