Wickedness drawn from my mouth like poison pulled from a wound
Leave the body to rot
You've escaped your time again
Continuing to flow like wasted water down a kitchen sink
Control that which runs so freely

But why
What be the point of control for the soul made to show joy
Made to show light and laughter and love
Be it not your idea
But be it that which creates ideas

Share, share, and share again
Show humanity your truths and hold tight to your mantle

Wear the thorned crown of the Prince
Call upon the Lady of the Land
Rip open all that ever was and will be
Show the sheep how to shave their wool

I'm playing Gatsby
Wearing a hat made not for my head
Diving into empty pools of silver
Staring at a green light which isn't there

Or maybe it is?
I never really got that part of the book.

I never really got that part of me
Swinging on hallowed grounds
Smiling through broken teeth
Throwing parties for parting

**I should read it again.
Maybe I'll get it this time.

I am longing for ghosts which have yet to die
Whimpering in a corner for well deserved beatings
Begging for my good punishment

Haunt me, wicked one
But be sweet about it

whispering ghosts call from the twinkling lights
stirring emotions I never recalled
smoke lingers between *******
calling upon mother, our god
crisp air scars her face
no sight of repair nor despair
holy joy to be found
inside ruby clover heads

how dare you care