Acceptable Period

Can't bring a sense of attention.
Cannot be forced to mention,
all the ways we were rejected
no matter how hard we were reflected.

I watched for knives coming at my back until I felt it.
One blade under the ribs, and one underneath my armpit.
The bastard came right at me, with smiles & salutations.
He knew just how to play on every one of my frustrations.

We saw our blood and the closing of the coffin door.
Next we were begging for the friend of sinners & a whore.
But we got nothing but the darkness from which we ran away,
and now we breathe in dirt & worm shit every single day.

He was like a god, showing nothing to the non-believers.
He was like an angel, comforting all the grievers.
He smiled deftly, and took every single thing in reach,
and when it seemed all over, I found one more knife in one more breach.

A Wish Called Cotton

All I know is that it smelled like sin,
and I'd kill & bleed just to get in,
and it made me sweat and swear and pull out my hair,
and it was more painful than fiction and it was absolute addiction,
and she stayed there and looked like that all alone,
and I could barely contain the need for new flesh & bone,
and we waited and waited and we were never sated,
and everyday longer it was more complicated,
and every time they came I tried to laugh it off,
and never could I keep it to a whisper and a cough,
and every single strand & every single drop
made me feel more like a fool and more like a prop,
and every pretty smile drove me a little more insane,
and in every waking moment I fell more in love with the pain.

Scarred Winter

Watching you behave this way, it kills me to believe,
to share the shame, the pain you've made, with ease how you deceive.
I watch my friend bleed slow & dry;
I beg for you to let him die...
With laughing eyes & a stabbing heart, you offer no reprieve.

There is a champion among us,
someone to deliver,
someone to play forgiver.
But they can't win all the time,
they can't match your power.
You grow darker every hour.

It's just that I fear what I don't understand.
Would you really give in if we meet your demand?
Would you give back his hand without taking his arm?
What will it take to make you stop the harm...?

Who's Left

For good old Sandy Wilson

I never thought that it would last forever.
I just thought maybe we could go together
to see what the Big Man had planned with care
in that pretty place in the air up there.

I never guessed you'd be here for eternity,
just long enough to fulfill the rights of maternity.
I was sure you would walk hand in hand
with good boys & girls to the promised land.

I knew I couldn't hold you till all days were done.
I just thought trying would be so much fun.
I thought we'd go into a home for old age,
and walk off together from that final stage.

I knew however long we had just wouldn't be enough,
but no one ever told me it would be this rough
to see you pass by me towards that good night,
and wonder if I'd ever make it up to the light.

When He Gets Here

He's inching closer to habitual hatred.
The eggs are on his skin every afternoon.
He itches to an anti-climactic standstill.
We'll welcome him when he gets here.

She broke another on at the foot of the stairs.
The pile isn't leaving her sight.
She's got another little vessel in mind.
We'll welcome her when she gets here.

They tried heinous acts without having the feelings.
They brought the decreee from the highest level.
They went home early again.
We'll welcome them when they get here.

Broken at the Threshold

There is a pristine chapel that clouds her visage,
channelling the love of those forgotten.

There is a bust of a man that answers her chamber
reminding the souls of the dead & rotten.

There is a portrait of assemblage that hovers in the gallery,
calling her memory to mind.

There is nothing more than a body lying here,
for some clueless neighbors to find.

Night Terrors

There is no release for me.
I want to scream in the night. I want to beg for a fight.
I want to punch their fucking skulls in.

I am left to quiver in the dark.
There is no one there to accept the hate, no one left to hear my fate.
There is gray matter, focusing on what doesn't matter.

They call me crazy by day.
My screams interrupt in daylight, they impede by the moonlight.
My screams never implore anyone to give a shit.

My screams are raging inside my head.
They can't hear what it is I need, or know the sounds that make me bleed.
They live to stop the bomb from becoming.

I am alone, just praying to scream, just begging for one sound to block the next dream.
I am alone, hating all that shows, hating the ignorant, hating all I know.