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ButcherMeat before your knife
Skinned and waiting to be sliced
Hoping you will cut me down instead of up.
With strokes both careless and precise
The blood - the blood that stains your knife
I would have given you my life,
But you have taken more.
Rosemary For RemembranceHer hands in the water
She re members the freck le s o n his
As th e wo r d s d ra g h e r
Get t he e to a n u n n er y
G E T T H E E T O A N U N N E R Y
BelovedI should be stronger for you Dear,
Not dieing in the darkness here,
Rotting from the inside out
Devoured by my fear.
I'de be a shining star for you,
A broken satellite
Burning off her energy
To guide you through the night,
But all I do is gaurd the gate
And keep its doors thrown wide
In hopes you will return to me
While darkness slips inside.
And how it storms the parapets
And shakes my every stone
and echoes through my hallways,
Child, you are so alone.
You are waiting for a ghost
that will not come again.
Nothing is outside your walls,
And Nothings coming in.
Are you a prisoner or a fool
Who stays yet trembles so,
Cloistered in these crubling walls
Unable to let go?
For cowardice we mock you.
Upon your strength we feed,
And if you hear his cries outside
You should not pay them heed,
For they are nothing but the wind
That whistles in the still,
And if your house is empty,
Then we are here to fill.
And if your heart is heavy,
Then we can take that too.
There's lots of things
P.S.Swan feathers brushing
Pink lemonade stratosphere,
Pallid moon mirroring
A smeared staring sun,
As Fenrir snarls and stretches,
Slinking silently skyward.
I do not mind the feeling of icy water
In the morning on dry, chapped hands,
The scrubbing of bowls and pots with sand
In the pale autumn light.
These are the clean discomforts of life lived,
And sun warmed stones and star soaked nights can make amends
Say amen to the prayers that such days could last forever.
But I am answered never never again.
And there the knife sinks deep
As the past is waked from sleep,
Defiant and pounding its fists in anger
But the leaves of today leave concern from their color,
As bright with me as without they do not dignify my dolor
With pity for the memory
Of what makes one day full and one day empty.
"Fool," they say "All things must die in time,"
And so I stand stripped bare beneath the sky,
Inhaling wood smoke wafting in the wind,
And feel all Nature's life come to an end.
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
You Will PayI can taste the fear upon you:
The cold sweat in your palms,
The eyes that dart at shadows,
And the lips that are forced into a tightened smile.
You wait beneath the blankets,
Shivering each night as the anxiety rises.
You gasp at the slightest sounds and quiver...
For you are afraid of the curse that comes.
In your mind you see what you have done to me.
You watched as you ripped my tongue
And stole the very voice from my soul!
But even if I am without a body,
Even if I can no longer hold a knife to your throat.
Fear alone is enough for me to silence you,
And I will NEVER allow you to be heard!
Inner DemonI harbour a monster,
It lingers deep within.
It wants to escape me,
To tear free from my skin.
It gnaws at my insides,
And hopes that I'll give in.
It works hard to tempt me,
To lead me into sin.
It wants me to suffer
To feel its wretched sting.
But I stand true and strong,
I will not let it win.
The nights are the hardest,
In bed I pray and sing
To the Lord God above
To rid me of this thing.
But instead it remains,
My monster still within.
MazeLost within myself
Looking for a way out
This cannot end like this
Trapped in my own mind
A maze with no exit
I keep running and running
But I always end up
In the same place where I began
RustThe dwelling rust
swells this hollow garden
and somewhere in the yard
a tire swing goes flat
against the skyline.
It chokes the autumn light
in the silo,
the crush of
mums and ragged berries
It bubbles in the percolator
steeping still life
in the caul
of early morning -
the red-brown crumbs
of breakfast toast and jam
growing ghosts upon
And deep inside
I still hear you waking up
the soft salute
of morning voices
stirring the wind
outside my window.
Slaves of the deadSlaves of the dead
to find another land,
but they couldn't stand the desert and the frost.
Some died, some returned.
For those who returned
the masters had prepared a special punishment.
Their memory was wiped off.
They became thieves,
without ever understanding why.
They just felt it was the right thing to do.
Red Light ReduxHaving a truck
Paint me red
Is the strangest feeling
I’ve ever felt.
I’ve seen myself melt away
Like a mid-summer’s ice cream
While my personality screams
To be noticed. Every wall that once
Stood between me and reality
I am finally free.
Until they strapped me down
And sewed back my hands to my head.
My heart to my mouth.
My legs to the earth.
The taste of freedom
Rests gently on my tongue,
And I’ve been trying
To no avail.
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