Phases and States

Phases and States

Love was sent to torture

The gods sitting on their porches

Torment me said Man and they replied indeed we can

So here I am suffering the emotion of the damned

How can I resolve this emotion that catches and drags?

Drinkin’ gin solves nuthin’ and ends in a head throbbin’

So I prayed to the sky and she came by

But as usual I messed up and she told me goodbye

Sweet names roll by in my mind’s eye

I see their faces; I guess torment has many phases

I never thought about it when I was younger

They wore skirts and fed my hunger

But now I contemplate and imaginate what would have been my state

I hear so many of those that sought differently bitch and excoriate

This is the result of torment’s opposite shake?

I reject that for I’m a romantic and believe it was simply their mistake