Let it be me

Let it be me.

The charged air, and forgotten words, only spilling emotional frustration in silence. Echoing off the corridors of your words, like a sound chamber reverberating.

Desiccating action, resounding with thought in the stillness of half unconsciousness

Let it be me.

Libation on shores that smell of wintergreen and spearmint. With cactus groves, and droves of monsters experimenting.

Let it be me.

That cannot function normally. That see's wings and broken beams in peoples eyes. Let me tell the stories of inception, conception and intersection without deception. Though it maybe tinged with personal bias.

Let it be me that takes you on that curve the wrong turn the one that spurned you, that burned you sooo very deeply.

Let it be me to apologize

To give apologies sooo heartfeltly. Inducing sacrilege instead of forgiveness. Let it be me! Who speaks big words you don't understand yet still nod your head in agreence.

Let it be me that makes up the originality like it was yesterdays phase that pays. The pictures in a frame. The love you cannot tame oh be original or at least contrived enough to seem that wayyyyyyyy. Speak, talk, let the monster dribble from you tongue, like thick strands of black honey.

Let it be me that calls bullshit. You won't do shit. I am just the catalyst. A brief explosion then I'm gone DAMN LET IT BE ME.

Because at least then I'd know I'm affecting something.