Temperatures roar
and sears galore,
dillusions of water beds
look thru’ the neon
and play a game
a selfish game of I-spy…
…and then we all hit ground zero
wishing we weren’t slapped at birth
and playing with dreams of a hero…
Hush-Push We all fall down…
Type A negative stains bleached out
and laid to fucking rest,
The tears upon my shoulder
tells a tale of a different story.
On my knees, fists clenched
Amputations numb the nerves,
If only I could; she said
convinced me to a death of sweetness.
I stand here carving a niche
in your body and in your soul,
visions of yesterdays bloom
and a walk on the other side.
Now, I lie here with my masterpiece
remote cynicism plays havoc,
you’ve become the enemy
my answer; be killed or kill you.
I stand here resisting
fighting a battle
a loner on the front
a fight; I’ll never win.
It doesn’t seem to matter
if I bleed to death,
if I writhe away in pain
this is a fight, a battle
I’ll never win.
Blinded and bloated
empty and moist
no no… It doesn’t matter
this is a fight, a battle
I’ll never win.