Deadweight

I have a glove full of pointless bones and veins Sucking the blood from my heart; Like leeches Containing nothing but weight I am heavily walking left again My complaint stems from The miscalculations of assembly gone wrong Five shovels dig their way into my skin As a symbol of rejection Poor attempts to even me out Consist of asking stubborn men To believe in something they doubt A bonafide affliction of necessity Open my head and examine the threads connecting fingers to the brain A simple seed planted in me grew into an interposing tree The world has been overlooking obvious signs of informality Embrace the light of those speaking without a mouth Full of twisted tongues Weaved and complexes Ridges like waterways spill Where the ocean meets the shore of my wrist I alleviate the tempting So tempting urge... (To unfasten It) This is not a temporary affair (To unfasten It) I am prepared to be more helpless (To unfasten It) This is not a temporary affair (To unfasten It) I am prepared to be more helpless