Yesterday's shift still aches in my bones.
Odium. Eyes of burning coals. And
the blood runs cold. Seven horsemen
thunder down the road. Burn. Covered
in bullet holes. The ground weeps,
corrupted lies of war. Dead but dreaming.
Give me something to believe in. Hope?
Close your eyes. Breathe light. Awake
But awakened. They take back the night.
You were only dreaming. The angels
are in your bones.
Panic grips your vision. Like a whiplash child,
with each different cry, can you tell me who
the villain is with each ring of the phone? Look
away. We came to dance for the Divine,
a second time with a different rhyme.
Love doesn't die and God uses distress to open
our eyes. I ride with the reigns of demons. I am
every cradle that rocked, every bow that breaks.
I'm delightfully mad. Your finger is on my trigger.
Our wings have grown but, only birds fly free.
And I don't even know how the world works.
Stretched out past eternity, far beyond
my madness, Or silly egos. God is calling.
The ocean is in my breath. Doesn't matter
what they say. All the fake affinity and flowers
they never sent. The joke is always the same.
And you always forget my name. The colors
spin skin to skin.
Fools by invitation. My tainted soul is shining
through. All poems are ghosts. With each
false promise I am taught to stand on my own
two feet. I grieve for myself. In this blue dementia
against the end of days, those liars show me
I must swing higher. The walls in this house
are like bars on a cage. Doesn't matter what
they say.
You once told me, to save myself from
the world from all its wars, to first save
myself from all the wars I put myself through.
Hope, Faith, Strength? Conditions may arise.
Community of ridicule. Is there some relief?
A brand new dress? A thicker skin? God's Got
This. I give it to him but things are looking grim.
My mind leaves my body behind, I have
daydreams in my nightmares. A spectral
symphony of screams.
Spirits follow me everywhere I go. They love me.
I am touched by the hand of fate. Or slightly
psychotic? Like all the ghosts, I will be soon
forgotten. Love me even if I'm disembodied.
I rip my ghost outfit. There must be hate
in heaven too. I hate it here and I hate you too.
My pen hates you. My PC too. State of heaven
is just air. I swear. Demons can't dance
from this darkness you make. I feel like a ghost
from the moment I am lost. Psyche Killer.
Red Flag. Momma can you save me?
You break my things when you touch them
and you break me. You let me down
when you're around. In your makeshift car,
you are as deadly as a weapon. A great
invention. A prosecutor. A clown passing
counterfeit money at the carnival. The very
center of my existence. A needle in the eye
of the moon. Someone to vent to. A joke.
May God have mercy on your soul.
You are an undead monstrosity. But I still
appreciate you. The shape of your eyes goes
round my heart. Can the devil even love?
The devil is a woman. Beware her smile.
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