Diving for Salvage Rights

March 30th: ImperfeKtion

Diving for salvage rights.

Deep in the wreckage that acts as my mind,
I’ve stored memories not faded by time,
Filed under F, for fuck-up you see,
So when the time’s right I can recall them with ease.

Deep in the wreckage that poisons my mind,
I’ve suppressed emotions, uncompressed over time,
They hamper my progress from one day to the next,
Sentencing me to a life of unrest.

Deep in the wreckage of my black and white mind,
Rest unpleasant extracts, like the sediment of time,
Dust not settled as is often the case,
I suffer pent up madness, simmering HATE!

Deep in the wreckage that acts as my mind,
I'm diving for salvage rights,
ImperfeKtion...ImperfeKtion...ImperfeKtion.