Thursday, October 16, 2008

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Two more weeks before we die
under the weight of expectation.
Saving the world with blankets tied to our necks,
we like to pretend.


Most people are like rabbits on a treadmill
Showing off how fast they are running
but not really going anywhere.

I would have thought that re-birthing would be easier
But escaping the womb hurts no matter how many times you try it.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

66 Just that closer to the beast

Watch me

You couldn’t watch me from afar

And I was…susceptible

Too many things in this house were broken

Including the family

We were only doing what

We thought

Was best

But now we doubt ourselves

I am just a script man

I only write the stories

And I never act them out

These people around me are the actors

And I have always felt doubt

Always

They never understood my writing

As chaotic as it might be

And I am only just A coward

A Serpant

A Man

Behind the curtain

Don’t lead me to my fate

For I have seen it before

You have ever known of it

I have seen the resurrection

And I am

Just the ply wood

Just the nail

Just the crown of thorns

I am only here

To inflict pain