Damage control

sedated as if I was mean
undoubtably senile
and coming of age

this rage
this killing spree
these uncontrolled emotions

the logic is thin
intentions hidden
the magic behind the scene

love is a heartbreaker
and truth to be told
cold as ice

behind the scene
this operator
ready with a new design

goings and comings
people I meet
those I part with

don’t test me too much
I am cruel
I might lash out

don’t ruin my day
or the aircondition
you might just break your neck

About Emil Hjort

Writer, poet and mysticist.
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