living breathing fantasy
people pain can't follow here
cause it's mine
i make the rules
There's some things
you just don't tell
lonely killers
empty hearts
living each in tiny compartments
like ticky tacky little pink houses
how many of these are there
for the little spaces we live?
Protected from the others
ourselves
severed just so
Thoughts don't count
nor meanings
or memory
only lies,
yours and mine
that leave you smiling happy
and send us scurrying for cover
like so many rats.
Like you didn't know that was coming
yeah, right
we're not stupid
not exactly
Lies that spread like slow poison
the kind with kernels of corn in wax
driving us from our cover
thirsting til death
in our fealty to family
or is it Jesus?
Turning us yellow with fear
This little space
too small for loving
not big enough for the emptiness
swallowing
like a python one wrapped tight ball
We're going to hell now
first cutting us open
to see if it bleeds.
Only the living have room to breathe.
I've lost our mind, out the door.
My heart cracks and spills
echoes ricochet where a soul
once we thought it to be.
All this comes to an end
It will. sometime
Doesn't it?
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