Mind Fuck

Warped like a wet board left to cook in the sun, forgotten, mildewed and rotten, a bending a breaking, my thoughts naked for the taking, no matter the speed, a bullet, a steed, I can't escape the thought, crashing and thrashing in every cell like he's become a part of my DNA. If I was a knife, I'd cut it out and watching it beat on the earth's floor, closing the door to the pain and the pressure, the laughter and pleasure I once had but have no more...30 after 4...one cut after another..I pray for the end...for I lost my best friend, I run and I cry and I run but I really just suck...and I'm stuck in a total disastrous mind fuck.