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Through smoke and fog and rocky soil I force tongue and mind, an intricate dance
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The night makes noises around me
Dead cockroaches blown over concrete
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Is it wrong of me to not be feeling
The guilt I associate with seeing your life
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I realize tonight, that so infectious I can be
Yet still I find in some sense, I lack the capacity
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So let's go over a quick review of all the
Constant screaming thoughts I placidly bear
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You said we'd both go our separate ways
So we could steal time to learn and grow
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Bring the pain, they all seem to say to me
Long gone insane, tired of trying to see
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Seems I'm allowed to view your misery,
Oh so careful and quiet, images lost to me
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Hey there, leader of men, what is going on?
I look around and see this place, battered and abused.
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Like ironworked spiderwebs, you are my armor
Fingertips and crimson lips wrapping my body
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No matter how many bottles get set down,
Empty and calling for another hit.
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Missin' your baby and cryin' all night,
Going somwhere's you've never even seen.
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We're lost in this swinging steel jungle,
Covered in loss and we don't mind.
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I was born from you, your flesh and form
Your arms cradled razors against my still face
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Last night faces from outside my sight spoke
And they told me things have a way to change.
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I'm believin'
In all these people leavin'.
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I hold my fallen idols face between
Cold hands in this, a somber embrace.
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Translucent, only the wind paying enough heed
To part its frigid fingers about me and give way
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I have seen the sky fall in on itself.
I know you're doubting me right now,
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Stumbling as my fingers do, I reach for the sun,
Crying as I retract a scorched form of resentment.
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Creeping through concrete fingers, as
The wind does, whispering through
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I thought today felt strange.
The way it settled cold on skin
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I've decided, while the clouds cross over my night,
That this skin is cramping me again, it doesn't feel
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I know the way it must seem,
Tripwires and smoky-screened dreams,
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Beneath these lights, the city looks so hollow
Empty shells of concrete, soulless and discrete
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As each repetitive day passes,
I awake slightly different, and find
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Your presence, be it physical, emotional,
Or on a simple screen.
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While I'm struggling to pierce
The darkness you have layered around scarred
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All my old friends are all my new enemies,
And they all line me against the wall.
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I offer you a warm hand of creation, but
You instead choose to up the level
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Touching your lips I taste your
Old deep dead blue.
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Tonight, I cut another piece of you
Out of me, again fingertips scream red.
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Get out of my shadow,
My little duplicate.
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Conforming to my backbrace, I settle for a second place Grin
The first waving mockingly in front of me, rattling out cold hymns
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It comes with the heavy scent of alcohol,
And the stinging blur of striking, friendly fists.
by Sinfiend
42 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 19 12:20 AM 2004. In Other
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