Breaking the Habit….

That eager addiction I have of,
Trying to rid myself of,
Teach thy self not…
Walk down that hasty road,
Doing doodles on a class board,
An art role,
To paint picture with a large soul.
Making a sex scene,
A top cover magazine.
Playing in the background with the maestros,
Chanting acapellas with our woes…
Make the revelers pause,
While they dance on the floor,
Holding hands and opening doors,
To each other.
Trying to break a habit,
Stop a heart beat,
Extinguish all color, be colorless…
A sneaky reason to be manner less.
Be invisible to the eager eye,
Being invincible…
Yet these lips turn red…
Poison ivy comes sent,
To kill we softly,
Quench all that bitter longing,
Trying to stop sinking,
Into obscurity….
Who cares about a rat?
What hole it comes out of…
Depressing scribbly things,
So we stopped making assumptions about me,
Remain charming and daunting,
Don’t we all hate something we can’t control?
Eating things shoved down our throats.
Starting to break the habit,
Spinning into a wild fit,
And still manage to say nothing,
Only an irritated mumbling.
Because its all digesting…
Garbage in and garbage out.
Acting like a maniac,
Involved in a chain react,
Pursuit of our happiness,
The beauty and all ugliness…
The quality of mentality,
The crude prodding by reality,
And finally,
We are breaking the habit,
That eager addiction we have of,
Trying to rid thy self of,
A Feeling like …
You’ve got nothing to lose when,
All your soul is dead and gone.