The loss left me cold, falling into sleep
Waking up to the IV and the stitches
The return of pain and the itches
Reality assets itself and the Horrible truth
They’ve saved me the sons of bitches.
Fire
And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?
And I look around me
and I realize
There is none to be had here.
I must leave this behind
fight through to reach the fires
and once the cleansing flames caress me
hold me warm again in their embrace
Then I shall rise
For one can not fall unless one has risen
and I
I still choke on the ashes
of the fires that consumed those
who sought to use me as the fuel
for their fires of ascension.
for I stand in the flames of others
and know
that I shall not be fed upon
will not be burned
because
I start the fire
Life Time
Driving this meat machine that’s somehow twice my age
It bears the scars and fractures of a vessel for my rage.
They say a cheetah cannot change its spots
But it can say if you live or not
coming at you at the speed of hate
open mouth and shit falling out
Landing flat is what you’re about
And you’re taken when you hesitate
what I’ve seen would break a man
so I channel all the beasts I can
totems to protect my fractured mind
hearing pathetic woes
of the ones who walk on tippy toes
makes me want to slaughter to unwind
But I must be civilized
following these plans devised
to fold us into bleating herds of wool
sheared, naked, shivering
your own coat you’re delivering
while I refuse to play the fucking fool
Don’t follow me on this trip
blaze your own trail and mental slip
set the world on fire your own way
judge me and you judge yourself
your soul sold and there’s nothing left
you never want to come outside and play
This vehicle of flesh and bone is scorching down to ash
when it’s done don’t bury me, just throw me in the trash