sacrifice of years
(hopelessness)
honour thy heart and live in light
so dark the sky from which I fall bound
too much cruelty that fuses delight
to a circumstance of love lost to be found
assist my aim and gracious attempts
ingrained into the valves and pumps
this pointlessness is a sweated labour
when angry blood courses and thumps
once is too many a time for tawdry eyes
this world of vagrants sits in mourning
a bowl of pea wet and a pie crust
no meat for the bones under the awning
a barren landscape is the truest love
wherein the shadows sits betrayal
woe constructs its own listlessness
and its tears rust its own cross and nails
patterns swirl in front of my face
this torment floats a strange abandon
ceiling and floor become the same
thoughts lead to old ancient pheromones
and I can’t function here anymore
the mechanics of me are shutting down
I’ll fade into your grainy sepia folklore
growing fainter each day I’m not around
enemies hold your heart at first
cradling your love for dreams and hope
then they make you slake with thirst
as you waltz their knife edged rope
they watch the campfire of your curse
boil the water dry so that crops will fail
its smoke makes clouds that rise to burst
this chimera rests in a bridal veil
listlessness, its song so dire and cold
whispers of things that fell at hurdles
when glitches burnt the souls of old
too familiar, it turns love to a curdle
in the dark truth dissolves to dream
no hope to reconcile its open slice
death by the sugar of its flowing cream
where the mind and body splice
emissary of love and fond affection
its beat and thud are gentle barbs of ice
I feel this palpable rummage of heart
your fingers claw my souls flesh
like a reaper trailing its dying game
I feel your wish to eradicate our faith
we are no more, though were once the same
no more memories made that were laden
sleek and slow this slender birds chirp
up where the windows groan ajar
its acid tongue finds my shut ears
prizing them open with its soulful bar
its a lustful rogues apprentice of a tune
conjuring images of lands afar
still there’s gloom that weighs this anecdote
it scrapes its nails hard against my ire
sour flavour that I’m forced to savour
this grim shank to the bellies soft soil
it hurts a short while and then ebbs far
to return with gusto and zeal to boil
this bleakness of soul is petrifying
it turns hearts to broken smashed stones
I will die in this shell of adamant misery
and my ghost shall beware of its runes
no more this foul dalliance
this gruesome tango in dark corners
we’ll glide the wood of our ballroom
and become as huddled as we can take
our breath in each others eyes
our candlelit faces fainter and hued
we both endure the pain of existence
knowing blackness after light ensues
eternity won’t bleed me away and dry
my arrogance won’t let me die a thwarted cad
its witchcraft whittles a fine effigy of me
and all the hopes that bridge its span
I’ve listened to the crack of our thunder
taken your lightning into my eyes
we love ourselves and each others hearts
by the neglect of a reasonable goodbye
so fine a tale of cut grass and misery
a shambolic deuce that ends in parody
we will live out fine years as nobody’s
and die in the quarters of vile obscurity
we are what we want to be and own
we’re creases in the fabric of are reality
each wearing our own invisibility well
the prognosis is eternal frailty
seeds that blow, a cough of the wind
it’ll never know how it made us dance
we’ll take root and flourish for awhile
and if we’re lucky a heart we’ll entrance
taking root in the soil that we land on
we’ll germinate and become our begin
and recycle this hopelessness that haunts
that creeps upon our minds like sin
it's a piece about my own disillusionment with life, seen through my alcoholic and jaded eyes. where I'm trying to piece together where it all went wrong, grasping desperately for something to assist me in changing things.
