neon lights
illuminate the night’s
heavy clouds

while rain muffles
the constant urban humming

pierced by distant sirens
moving slowly
through concrete canyons.

Working with my demon
I swear I have good intentions
Promise it’s all based in decency
But, am I good person when I need to be?
Always putting myself above you
To feel important
I’ll always need your love to feel supported
When we die I hope they bury us in a forest
That’s if any are left, this life’s torment
If I get stuck in purgatory
I’ll consider it lucky
To spend more time with you

Well you know what they say
It’s a stitch in your DNA
Must run in the family
It’s just hereditary
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
I wish to break the mold
A bend, a snap, a break in the fold
Raise my children to be better than me
Let them know there’s no limit to what they can be
Show them that there’s more than one doorway
That these things aren’t just hereditary
The seeds from the apple can float away