Rock Bottom

I know that bottom
I dealt it out
When I crept about
Felt that never ending
Sense of turmoil
The thought of that time
Makes my skin boil
Tarred and feathered
Doused in gas
Lit in flames
Watched my soul burn
As a pain in the ass
I would have been a royal

One

Individual
In a war with himself
Wresting with this world’s
powers and principalities
His commitments were placed upon a shelf
Set out in search of the “finer things”
But his finer things
Were minor things
Destined to have him crying
Them crying
Him lying
Them denying
A recipe for disaster
But at this he was a master
Destroying himself
Deceiving himself
That his abuse could continue
Without repercussions
His soul was crushing
His name was can’t get right
You got it right
He couldn’t get it right
Night after night
In a tumultuous fight
Attempting to make it through the plight
Of continual falling
Into a bottomless pit
It was appalling
No bottom
To hit rock bottom
The demon’s thought they got him
Purgatory wants to rot him
He thinks he should be forgotten
His soul feels like its rotten
Douses the flames with a bottle of gin
Drowns his words in drinking and smoking
Lungs so full
He commences to choking
Regurgitating all of the ish he ingested
First reborn,
Images of porn
Photos a child should not see
A piece of the puzzle
A lock and a key
Built up the curiosity
Second to follow
Childish school yard games
Aimed to stimulate
The pleasure sensors of the brain
Then chunks begin to fly
And an opening of the third eye
The nerve endings sensitive
Liquids erupt
Has him pensive
World explodes
From his pencils
Out flies the woman body
A sculpture finer than any
She became his good and plenty
And he sought her out
Aimed to feed her candy
In a violent jerk
Out flew his insertion
Into a new world of ecstasy
Ugly was blasphemy
He felt blessed to be a he
He fell to his knees
And prayed to the Lord
Please
Take this pain away from me!
I am blind,
Please Lord help me to see
I give to you all of me
If you only take away
My promiscuity
Still no Bottom
But he
I
Grab onto the walls
I begin to climb
Knowing that soon
I will see the
Rhythm in the rhyme
That the wounds shall heal
In time
And That which lies in the past
Will remain
Only I can tame
That which lies inside
And seeks to give pain
No longer falling towards the bottom
But holding the bottom so close
Leads to climbing to the top with no refrain
Nor in vain.
No Bottom.