Now it's up to my neck
and it's over my head
it's inside my mouth
but lives under the bed

There's the times it calls me late
By names I'd rather not say
I swallow heavily until my dues are paid
And the sharp reconciliation of pain
Begins to fade and slip away

Of all my favorite places to die
My watery grave is where I'll stay.

You can't hold me like the
Magic of suspense
or the cold curfews of childhood days.
It's rapping against the side of my head
Calling to my insane to come out and play.

Don't be the space in between
Where I can't breathe right,
Be the sweet dreams where
Sleeping lovers lie,
I always keep my guns close
When the desert cries shoot up my neck
and the shrill of acid trickles down my back
For you
I'd do the planet in
Six Hundred & Sixty Six laps
barefoot with just a knapsack,

I'd slay dragons with the storm
in the hands that guide up your dress
And between your legs until you
Can't stand it
You hold you together with
Me while I reach for the sky
Only to find the nerves of sharks shattered
By the ache of doom
This critical hour the dawn imbues.

Observing the night
While it folds itself Inside the
Creatures that bend towards
The overtures or sunrises as
They are sometime's called,

I wished upon the stars
And there you came to me
Just past midnight on January 1st of
Two-thousand and Sixteen

I drown to drink you up
Your spit and blood
Your skin and touch
I could never have too much,
There's no too much, too much,
While we frolic in this serpent's lair
Taking each other up just for sighs
And you laugh and sing
While we drink poison happily,

Forever is the word applied
Just as together is for you and I.
I've turned my body into a gyro of human meat
Just so you can have something to eat.

Can I watch while you stalk
All your coolest and most favorite haunts,
You're the black panther I'm the soul heir of this wolf pack
If we can dine tonight
You'll never have to starve
I'll **** for you
Whether or not you want me to,
I keep the same names as the fury
Spinning through your web of cries
Beside's the devil
I can shutdown these sunrises.
But you're the daylight I want so badly so
I can just wear my cool sunglasses
all the time
While breathing in water
To bring the pain to life.

If there was a chance that a sliver of hope in humanity
still looms within your hallow chest;
still waves a portion of your resplendent soul like how the Hunyak calls for innocence undeclared;
still looks at the moon embraced by calcium coated rods, wishing it to quench its thirst
Will you let it revel in its over-zealousness?

If not, can you explain to me why,
why have you disowned your responsibilities to mankind despite it, like velcro, wailed when you tore it from your skin?
On the matter of the justice deprived, what say you?
Does it serve a lesser purpose than frolicking on streets, crimson bathed?
Has Billy shown you the razzle-dazzle of murderer's row?

As Legends wreak havoc with twin brigands,
slander who took a page from libel and read out loud —with a projected voice echoing throughout the ages— erroneous eyewitness accounts
and rancor who is bisexual to atrocity and entropy and seemingly engulfs himself in them,
you sat pretentious on your wheelchair
Over looking war from a peephole in a filthy blue washroom

The bombs that we drop are no longer metaphors to modern ears
Neither do sacred extremes keep their insatiable thirst for ruptured streets a thing of faded memory
Attacks on clergymen are no longer a painting born from a misinterpreted dream...

And you, no longer can you regain your innocence for you have witnessed the dilation of dense war, pulling and ******* every ray of light from hope that it sees

Yet you did nothing.

If there is still a speck of humanity in the mind of a mechanical automaton like you,
Will you let it rip apart steel skin and touch the lives of those like you?
Will you let it carve a symbol on your forehead, to let people know you are to save the dying hope in humanity
Or will you let it bid farewell to fair weather forevermore?
Or even more so, will you let it brand you so that every time you hear its call for justice inside you, you cry an ocean of dissatisfaction?

In the matter of a dishevelled world, what say you?