The Indirect Connection

[allorangestuph]

Entertaining the thought
Of a crooked mind
Ensnares the senses,
Pricks at you fingertips.
It never sleeps.
Taunting the hairs on the back of your neck,
While playing off your weaknesses.
Torturing and twisting the nerves in your spine,
They call it a spasm.
I call it a realization,
That the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Intertwining thoughts
Of the innocent,
The ignorant,
The indirect connection
Of electric wavelengths
Between molds of society.

Subconscious sufferings
Captivate and conceal judgments,
Behind colorful pictures
And pretty words.

Blood excites,
Pain ignites,
When its right
To feel the sight.

But aren’t we all
Entertaining the thought of a crooked mind?