Untitled Drivel - Part II

I have to keep the outside stairs

The far-flung corner that nobody sees

Afraid of cold and empty stares

Alone and covered in fleas

That eat right through my hopeful, fungal clutching.

The sole attraction at this freakshow I call home

Well employed inside my mind, dancing bullets raining

Upon my tidy grave all filled with loam.

My heart leaps when I smell a touch

Come, stay with me, my empty darlings,

We can make this place a home

Ride inside my vacant eyes,

Where screams can ever roam.

There is a storm inside my heart and mind,

They’ve not been friends for quite some time

Mother taught me you should listen

to that calming voice inside your rind:

That Liar deep within your throat,

Just waiting to be heard,

My little devil who licks and grins

Lapping acid off my soul and into words;

Plays with bones of lovers lost

Living cozy in my ribs

And never lets me go away

He holds me close with tales of cribs.

Started charging rent I did,

Because he wouldn’t leave my soul;

Couldn’t make the eviction stick,

Lost and wearied on my own.

He laughs and jeers at the song I sing

on cold and empty streets of yore,

I stayed to talk in hail and storms

Waiting on his fictions, I deplore.

Walking cross the broken glass

may have been extreme,

But still I swear my dear, dear lass,

If only I could remember your good, good name

It was for her good, the one I love.

I eat the pain and vomit up the joy

My eyes are bleeding, but they call it tears,

I’ll keep on eating, please, oh please

Savoring all the wasted years.

Can’t take these bags of shit that cave my chest

But, they are chained to my emaciated breast:

A little gift from lady love.

Say farewell to those I love:

The list entails my whole wide life

of family, friends, and fuckers all

You’ll still be at it when I come again

Come cracking through that burning caul.

So here’s my song, I hope it lasts

As long as my heart beats

As long as my heart beat

As long as a heart beat

As long as a heart…

Beat.

I can’t imagine a world where story ends

So my last one hope:

My story fades and becomes a legend

A moral for school kids to learn and dote

A source for their derision

So the school yard taunts can haunt my ghost

Long after the hurt stops hurting

But let me say before I go, what hurts the most

Is yours and you attacking, laughing

While I lie down upon my sword.

Bad form allows for jokes like that

To be played on me and mine

I’ll take on the whole wide world

if I could stop just one sad child

from ever being afraid like me

I’ll stomp and kill the monsters in the dark

Even though they look like me