Tolchocks Poem by crybaby clark

So it finally happened! i always knew one day the inner demon would catch up with me-
me - always in control!
me - always knowing!
always thinking!
never straying from the righteous path,
but never quite getting away from myself,
thats the bit we can never run from,
that part that makes us us,
it hides and lurks beneath,
the mother with her baby never screams and shouts but in her despair she goes to another place,
puts on her platties and laughs and chatters til darkness falls,
until the tick tocking of the clock brings her back to life.
But lost souls where do we go.
we hunt and seek in our eyes,
we enjoy, we like the chase.... the play
but still hunger for the rush.
We can never show that side,
we have no where but the dead of night,
thats when its real,
but,
did you just lead me where you knew i was dying in my soul to go,
did you let me open my eyes just to watch you walk away,
did you fake it?
or did it just get too real?
do you use them now to only close up the wall? those tolchocks...
they have become apart of you that i know you want to realease, but you hold them now just as a baby needs THAT mother...
They hurt you and they protect you too!
Throwing your tolchocks in the air....
what good does it do? ?
WHAT GOOD DOES IT DO?

makes you razdrez doesnt it?
makes you poogly doesnt it?
makes you creech doesnt it?
does SOME good to let some pain come in....

if nothing else it lets you know your still alive,
as clear as high hill air,
as crisp as cold flat snow,
as cold as icey waters,
it lets you know,
your still alive!
however much youd like to shive,
however wretchedly you feel.....

you feel.