like salty ocean waves, a chill floods the heart
the screaming, earth-shattering, ears fail to start
the mumbling, so troubling it's nearly divine
the mother just stares and states, 'i'll deal with what's mine'
it falls to the ground, solid as stone
but it leaks deep roses and bares broken bones
the salt fills her eyes, starting a fire within
for when amber blows, another begins
the screaming was silent, the anger was cold
for the baring of child tore a hole in the soul
this diet of dirt erodes my teeth.
perhaps i'm rotting for shock value --
flashes of cameras -- a bloodborne shortcut to heaven.
i succumb to death a patriot:
red and white and asphyxia blue.
(we can't all drown like maidens.)
you smile and loosen your grip on my throat
to gnaw at and pick the flesh clean off my bones.
my whole life
I've only ever been
someone's bad habit.
like stealing drags
behind the library,
or biting broken nails
I became their drug in choosing.
and a dirty secret;
a harrowing existence,
meets feverish addiction.
their idea of killing time
was killing me
and this is what I called love.
I guess I have a thing
The words go in, the words come out
it's then, I turn about
The blade goes in, the blade goes out
as I scream and shout
The ambulance comes, the ambulance goes
a morgue delivery
The cops take statements, and give their cards
The mourners come, the mourners go
flowers, that they throw
The widow consoled by Steve and Joe
the things I didn't know
should have killed 4, 500 of 'em
and it would have made me feel better,
if ya slap me in the face,
what do u think i would do next,
if u want to kill,
killing you, then kill me
smoke ya blood choke grip,
mask and i am punchy,
mental demise blood-oil eyes of the halls of Amenti,
where have i seen this before,
in a dream, could it be, this inanimate,
what am i to do with,
this man inside the cage,
i am another suicide,
lost sensory distortion
struck the key-match,
movin thru spirals,
thru spirals, into you
i know you,
i like your style kid,
locked on ur mind linked up jacked in,
thats not me, im not on,
pill for ,
criminal patsy assassins,
dont ask me,
i fake sleep at night.
Here I am far away from home
With a hole in my head and two in my chest.
No thoughts in my mind, I'm void and alone,
And the clock that made my body tick on has finally come to rest.
An entire lifetime of pleasures and pains runs red on the sidewalk near what used to be a somebody to nobody.