Why Did They

They didn't have to do it,
complete the devious task.
This thing that brought me forth,
and bittered me to last.

I tried so hard to end it,
I came so very close.
In fact I thought I was,
Dreaming in serene boast.

But now I'm lost imperfect,
another humanly ghost.
A sadness imperfection,
a darkly hidden roast.

They put me in that place,
Reform of something fast.
Its really very fruitful,
a place in which I've last.

I smile wide daily,
the Prozac shroud of wilt.
Falling deep inside,
I know I'll find a hilt.

My deep dark secret,
hidden in this hide,
the names undiscovered
in fact the doc doesn't no why.

Another thing to do it.
Bring me benchmark close,
a sound so serene,
I know I will be toast.

I hear it widely calling,
that juicy lust sound hilt,
its begging to be picked up,
wishing it were built.

It will not happen again,
in fact I cannot fail.
For in every sound of truth,
I will rip this veil.

Nothing will cover,
these sick sad cries.
Not Prozac, Zoloft, or Paxil,
In fact they add to sighs.

I want a new rendition,
high above the sky.
To cry near that savior,
begging to know why --

He let them make this life,
the one there in that view,
He let them make the one,
that didnt cut right through.
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*Forgive me for being so gone.

*If you care, I think you already know where I've been.