IF YOUR WALLS COULD TALK...REHABILITATION
From your blank stare I see brightly painted pictures
Tainted fixtures hiding the cowered scourge your fighting
Subsiding support for those concocting antiquated mixtures
Passing those who lost hope picking a dirge of your liking
Trying to erase the writing of your skin replacing with emoji grins
Revoking sins of the ill mannered pampering ones controlling wins
Bestowing a calmness, I follow the steps you create with passion
Down through the hollow thoughts destroyed, innate from actions
Guiding light of an angelic fingertip wedging the interment of progression
Asserting the purging of blown cartilage and withered tendons
Reverting the urging to be spry in a scene of deterring recession
Blessing the push, craftily escaping like slithered felons...
In this new confines I'm learn lessons from your corridors
Never forgetting the rooms filled nights with songs of horrocore
Your windows caressing the dreams deferred from interference
Intermittent fact checks and the slacking of disturbed perseverance
I'm striving to stand on my twos like DJ hands on wax discs
Scratching to the top, burning through the borders like acid
And when I am free from conformity placed in a medicinal state
I'll let you spit a hot verse praising my unintentional fate......
IF YOUR WALLS COULD TALK.....