Give me something to believe in not a simple negative force an absence speaking louder than an entire fireworks finale some unobserved reality paranormal effigies to a long dead king and a half dead father who calls across an ocean of land while the silence of your loved ones scream for your return to the natal home a slave to the territory where your blood first spilled and was set aside, contaminated waste thrown down some cleansing New York hole It is only after you wake up you realize you were dreaming
Give me something to rely on not empty promises genius that rises to the top like cream long golden curls getting caught in the drain a wake of dust trailing your path uncomprehending solid water marks tracking olympian patterns on wood falling down after only three drinks flat on the floor of the corner bookstore waking up as if in a daze no longer knowing where you are I want to hurt you as I liberally apply the duct tape to cut off all your subtle airways I laugh as you moan as you whimper that secret word half your desires so quickly appeased It is only after I am gone you realize I was leaving
Give me something for which to stay ecstatic not the boring drudgery of day after day a worrisime record of epic fumbles screwing up in historic proportions before the world spinning out of control in the midst of confusion When I rip your hair out by the roots in clumps I feel oddly vindicated and when you voice your meager discomfort I wish your mouth sewn shut If you didn't like to be hurt so much I would slice you apart completely but as it stands only after the music stops you realize it was me singing
