Circling the drain
Falling out of orbit
Hanging among the black angels
Suicidal and sordid

Ready but not prepared
Sent to hell on a truth or dare
The dilemma of living but not
Ever truly being alive

Suffering in silence
As the dog and butterfly do their dance
Of one above and one below
It’s beginning to feel like hell is earth,
We’re already here
Until we’re fit for something heavenly

****/swat/scratch
As the grasshoppers play their violins
And you’re forced to choose between chicken or fish
As a means to your destruction

I made a choice and the blue-jay turned into a cardinal
As the devil conspires with my desire to see fire in the sky
While all the Madonna’s and Jezebel’s are framed and dried
And the owl turns into a set of fluttering white sheets
But she broke the mirror and the illusion was shattered