Eat my soul and spit me out shiny
Cover me with welts and bruises
I crave the lesson
Wake me up if I'm asleep for too long
Add weight if I appear too weak
I crave the attention
For misfits
For pilgrims
For vandals
Please listen
To the children scorned
And the dreams they aborted
To seekers of Sodom
And to the actions resorted
This view is distorted
To those who see acceptance synonomous with contortion
I ask you
Have those storms ever stopped growing
Have those snakes beneath our skin givin up an inch
Has that fire died
Are those blisters healed
The ones that bubble and poison our hearts
Grow more wretchedly bulbous
Festering with the pus of every
You're not good enough
To every razor I held to my wrist
every heart I cannot mend
Every weeping shadow I cannot soothe
And to every embrace I refused
Who say the lifelines are dead
stuffed in a box and stinking of rot
wolves run in packs
rank saliva coating yellowed teeth
red eyes smoldering
wolves run in packs
transforming streets to drainage canals
stained brown with blood running off into the ocean
to those who've imprisoned belief within a bullet casing
to those with pasts worth erasing
I offer you this
I fashioned a scalpel from a pen and paper
Cut the dead flesh from my arm
To see if my intentions were tattooed on the living tissue
Maybe it was there but I could only make out a single vein amongst the chaos
It was connected to a bone
The bone, connected to a muscle
Muscle to a nerve
Nerve to the brain
The brain to a single strand of golden thread
Rising up from its anchorage and becoming tangled in the stars
At first I thought it was a puppet string
I could almost make out the shadow of a hand
I clenched my fist
Was about to scream when I felt it
The shock shot down the thread
The thread jerked the brain
The brain pinched a nerve
Nerve to muscle
Muscle to bone
Bone to vein
The vein beat furiously
pulsing in morse code
screaming
I love you
I cannot say that enough
I love you
This was how it had to be
I'm not coming back I never left
I just couldn't grab your attention
You forgot the dialect of your soul
Demons succeeded in winning your affection
Ill pierce the ear you lent me with some wisdom
You need to grab your backbone
There are some problems that need dealin'
Fashion it into a shovel
There are some holes that need fillin'
I would have never granted you ears
If I didn't intend for you to listen
And if there wasn't beauty in this world
I wouldn't have granted you eyes
Use your senses you can smell the disguise
Taste the lies you've been fed
Don't resign to your fate
The only time your image will be permanent
Is when it's fragmented from a eulogy and charred on a tombstone
You have free will
It's not how you change
It's that your always willing to change
And if you get lost
I'll be here
It's my job.
