Broken, Swolen, Stolen

Distorted

My memmory has been aborted of distortion

Disoriented

I've been De-Lorded

Evil has bitten my skin

And my soul has been stolen

Swollen

My heart has been bloated

One piece? Two piece?

Thhhhr. . . Lets just say it's been broken

Soaked in

Glass, Gas, and flammable liquids

So low, I am

And so sad

This sickness has left me unspoken

Explosion

My emotions for love have exploded

Coroded of corrosion

Eroded and frozen

Freezing from being unspoken

I no longer can be the spokesman

I need a potion

I'm done being outspoken

No more of my love being stolen

And to end this here poem

I shall say this here slogan

"Love"

Is the villian Ripping me apart

And the reason for Satan haunting me

And for my sould being stolen

So to God, and whoever reads this. . .

I thank whoever shows you this

For them being the postman.