Personality Disorder Poem by Aitan Arzam

You're my personal disorder
Of the soul and mental order.
Your voice's my prayer rug
And you - my special sort of drug,
That ventures deep in to my parts
And fills me with explosive darts.

I will give the soul to you
God, will you create me new?
I will creep up to your red lip
And kiss you while you are asleep.

Then blood in my veins ranges
And my sense of self changes
Cause you're a personal disorder
Of my personality order.

Hey dark side God of mine,
You are so deadly and fine!
Imprisoned me in restless night
Cause the shivers down my spine!
And when you flip your perfect hair
There is nothing else that I care.

My green-eyed dark side Lord -
The precious thing I can't afford.
Enter in my kingdom of dreams
Set alight with your presence beams.

Then blood in my veins ranges
And my sense of self changes
Cause you're a personal disorder
Of my personality order.