I, the violence
It bubbles forth
Like rushing madness
Like wild bastads
Like crows on a wedding day
Bubbles forth
Over the brims of ether
Into voids
Torrenting within this lapse of judgement
This is home now
Home is here
In this dark
In this low life

Salvation wanes
And they come to carry me
And they come to take me
And it’s such a long way
From here to you
From there to fulfillment
And they’re coming in again

My situation pains
From this world
From this collar
And it’s such a lost way
Under home and divine
Under this shapely cloud
And here they come again

Ah, this is the taste of champions
Inhaling cigarette smoke
Over a thin, delicate film
Of mucus and blood

Grinning and paralysed
Lying on an unmade bed
Domestically set for two
Left for one, left cold and alone

The sting of coffee shudders and shakes
Brings me back, back here, back home
This place where I never really left
But I never really want to fully face

Mirrors have always shone in the darkness for me
As examples of what could have been, and now, my bleakness
Sway side to side, this opus and requiem
Wasted notes, wasted eulogy, wasted time

The arc is full
Crescent towards up
Careening over me

Awe is struck
Like strings on symphony
The Beethoven proud kind

Warmth is radiated
The gentle waves that are her summer
They feed under, above & throughout

Zenith is reached
My arms out stretch to her, the addition
Wordless grace calmly envelopes & folds

Pinnacle obtained, never
Here today, tomorrow, waxing, waning
Cloudless as is, inseparable we are

I’ve learned to love this fear and dread
The same way a battered wife learns
To love the anticipation of her Russian roulette
Of whether she's getting ****** good and hard tonight
Or just beaten like a ginger step-child

The fear it tingles inside like a noxious vapor
Vibrating like cancer cells aching to see sunlight
A cacophony of pandemonium undulating like growling
It’s like the early morning of a pipe bomb attack of the heart
An attack of sublime terror...