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Apr 2015
I take a walk to ease my mind
But everything is a trigger
Old haunts, new taunts and still lifes
The abyss is getting bigger
(Every little thing)

I smoke a cig to clear my head
But images come as I stare into space
Ex-lovers, dead friends and hospital beds
I weep over an untied shoelace
(Every little thing)

Scattered my heart all over the world
Through my hallowed hollow dreams
To the right are the boys, to the left are the girls
Where's the middle where misfits can be free?
(Every little thing)

And I can't stop the pictures from entering my cranium
My subconscious pours out in waves
I  swear sometimes it has its own stadium
With an audience that needs an entertaining slave
(Every little thing)

And I see the man dropping bombs in the mail
Sending letters to the mayor to run me out of town
Like I haven't noticed that home has become hell
They want to exile the monster till she caves and burrows down
(Every little thing)

Wish there was a place where I could hibernate
Through the summer with its caustic sun
Maybe than I could find a mate
Within a candle, a pen and a gun
(Every little thing)

And while the sorcerer's do their voodoo, innocent and tragic
Breaking down cars and breaking down Houses
I hope they know there's a thin line between white and black magic
And if I have to, I'll bind you, even with a soul that's calloused
(Every Little Thing)

Cause only I deserve your weapons of harm
Leave my loved ones out of it
I know you think I live on karma's farm
But I'm on to your plans of my kismet
(Every Little Thing)

Every little thing,
From roses on the casket to jilted wedding rings,
From blooming flowers to ivy crawling up dead trees,
From the violence of love to the theologian's degree,
From a past with no clarity to a future on your knees,
I'm reminded of St. Augustine and the keepers of bees
And as the abyss gets bigger, I hope it will swallow my triggers.
Lucy Tonic
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