SocialBlasphemy™

Vacate is the word // Vengeance has no place on me or her // Cannot find the comfort in this world // Artificial tear // Vessel stabbed next up, volunteers // Vulnerable, wisdom can’t adhere

A truant finds home // And a wish to hold on to // But there’s a trapdoor in the sun … Immortality

As privileged as a whore // Victims in demand for public show // Swept out through the cracks beneath the door // Holier than thou, how? // Surrendered, executed anyhow // Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor

A truant finds home // And a wish to hold on to // He saw the trapdoor in the sun … Immortality

I cannot stop the thought // I’m running in the dark // Coming up a which way sign // All good truants must decide // Oh, stripped and sold, mom // Auctioned forearm // And whiskers in the sink // Truants move on // cannot stay long // Some die just to live

April 09, 2009, 4:51am