Sanctuary

To burn your image into others heads
Is what you’ve always wanted
Something not to be forgotten
Something messy something grotesque
It seems you’ve done your best
This rope just wasn’t enough
You always took things way to far
Your image will instantly scar
Razors and a Rope
Left a pool of 6 pints of hope
Clotted 26 inches beneath your feet
3 vertical screams deep in each of your wrists
Your waxy body, naked, twists
As it hangs from the cord you chose
To bring your life to a close
You hope they read the walls
Countless lies of hatred
In White you painted
Mozart on the stereo plays
A sliver of peace to end your days
Eternity is what you sought
In your apartment all alone
Off the hook you left the phone
A swarm of flies
Nesting in your eyes
Because your throat was so tightly shut
Scriptures in Black across your body scrawled
Did you think you would be absolved?
Just in case you wanted your soul protected
Unfortunately God doesn’t work that way
Only a month you will be mourned
Of this yourself you warned
But better that you arrogantly decided
Never being noticed you couldn’t abide it
Disowned at eighteen
You never recovered
The way for revenge you discovered
Even though you never showed effort
To make amends they would have heard it
By disfiguring your corpse you sought sympathy
Yet your life was full of apathy
How can anyone fell sorry for a waste of flesh like you
You dealt with the self-inflicted pain
Because you only thought of yourself with disdain
You gave into your demons
Against yourself so many treasons
Face to face with the Devil judged you stand
What’s left of your corpse refrigerated
Your soul now incinerated
13 people at your wake
7 whose feelings for you are fake
Born as flesh
Lived as ghost
A life as that worth no toast
Disgraceful lies
You told yourself on your limp through life
Not a moment of joy you allowed yourself
How do you explain that?
Opportunities you didn’t lack
Never gave yourself a second chance
Wallowing in decadence
Your parents would have been a good place
To start over again
But you refused to forgive them
When did it start the decaying of your heart?
You know it was well before leaving home
Pacing the benches in a bus depot
You curse everyone you know
you just Ran away
Never considered to face them and stay
Giving in to emotional specters
Acting in rage
You chose your final stage
Your heart you never searched
Even when on the chair you Perched
And out of hatred kicked it

Apr 2007