My Lesser Self Speaks

I’d like to sock her in her puppet face
Then I bury my own in my hands of disgrace
Imagine the steel when my fist connects
With all the dreams her heat has wrecked
As it’s issuing from her undercarriage
She would die to give it all in marriage
But she would deny me the same
Hang me like a corpse from his name
And put the splints in my side
Til I bleed water like I’m alive
And somewhere in the windowless chasm
I hear her say “she has him”
And it’s as though she pierces my heart
Then waits for the thumping to start
Down the cool steel of her blade
Do you wear a hat when you’re in the shade
Or does the sun burn you when you’re in the light
I dunno how it could happen when it’s always night
And a cruel bargain is made
My soul for the games she has played
Like dice on a roulette wheel
Like that bitch that knows how to feel
So they throw stones through the fiery air
Hoping to cut down her flair
In the midnight lilt
I sometimes think it’s all built on guilt
And when it doesn’t work for them they try to snare
You with a drum that batters like life isn’t fair
And you don’t get everything you ask for
I somehow found myself at his door
And he let me in
So somewhere he will always be king
In a monument to the land before time
In the years before I knew how to rhyme
All of my problems into a weave
Then wear it like my heart’s on my sleeve
And if you would believe then it would be alright
But it isn’t for me to listen to people talk shite
Anyway anymore
I’ll just give up and adore

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