In regards to what I’m feeling right now,
anyone could fit their way into my shoes.
And if we were to take rearguard action,
we’d soon tally the dust that we’ve accrued.
Within these halls of contemplations,
lies a secret so clear.
And without the snap of the strings of annihilation,
we’d walk a road so cleaner.
As a token of verbosity, I’ll leave you hanging from my promises.
The devil’s in the details, and my word’s already rotten.
If you ever again believe me
You’ll find that my formulate has been broken.
But if you ever dare break me,
I’ll annihilate your memory from those who you’d begotten.
Wouldn’t and couldn’t we, make these verses simpler?
Or did we give up, before we were even near.
Once upon a time, I’d light candles with a whisper
And disallow my brethren from their fear.
It is what it was, but now it’s so much complex, isn’t it?.
How we long for transparency, when all we took were empty jars of
words that to us were dear, how we miss it all, how we scream,
how we toast and cheer, the price was paid, the end was bought
How we laugh at our creditors in this hour , ticking away from the heart
of a glass house, throwing liquids on the floor, manning the handle of whips that
spark and writhe.
This is all I want, in my hour of shame. Electricity, water, your attention
and the dirt that has become my name,
smeared.
