F.A.D.E TO F.E.A.R

The monster under my boyhood bed wore the mask of F.E.A.R.
Perhaps it be better put, the monster at the doorway wears the mask of F.E.A.R.
It wore the mask of disapproval and abuse. It wore the mask of apathy then neglect.
I wore the mask that grinned and smiled. I've worn the mask that bull shitted myself.

Nothing to hard, you simply F.A.D.E to F.E.A.R
Forget And Deny Everything, then Forget Everything And Run.

Deny your hurt.
Deny your anger.
Deny guiltless attraction.
Deny lust
Deny desires ... Deny yourself.
Then run
Run to religion
Run from disappointment.
Run from the pain.
Run from the wreck-oning.

So twisted until I get my role with the other sex reversed, ass-backward. Just like me ...

gOT A bAD aSS fEMALE bRONCO
bUT SHE KEEP BUCKING MY SADDLE
cUZ i WON'T DIG MY SPURS DEEP INTO HER ASS
aND MAKE HER BUCK AND BITCH TO MY DICK'S BEAT
mAKE HER WHINE AND SPIT FROM ME, BECAUSE OF ME
aND SHE WANTS IT FROM ME TOO, BUT IT'S MY INCORRECT APPROACH


mUST TURn THis ARound ... reset

Because unorthodox is the way I construct everything.
I don't even build my poetry left to right, up to down.
This shit commences in sections, at its own pace
The truth that springs forth giving life to my future
courses into my heart and fingertips, comes forth from my spirit.
Beaten, kicked, bent, repressed ... but never broken, simply lost.

Pass me the flash light love, it's time for me to go down this well
and go looking for myself.