This city is dead to me
It died, panting for air
And searching for love long ago in adolescent dreams
Its inhabitants are like zombies
Nothing will stop them from feeding on their own addictions
Vomiting whiskey flavored validation
Gnawing at the genitals of their most recent victims…
Within every shadow sits a child
Cowering in fear
At the tip of every shadow
Stands a victim
Masochistic suicide
With preluding daily devoted masturbation
It exorcises the mind
Keeps blood flowing…
My thoughts are limitless
But my words, limited to pen and paper
Or the tapping of letters on a keyboard
Going blind to the flickering screen of a monitor…
But this is my asylum
A Place of solemn sanctuary …
I find it slightly more amusing than pounding pavement
Even though my knees bleed from scraping by
Slowly..
Sluggishly through this afternoon cadence
And still I keep my distance
More so out of fear than hate
I’m dying, more from my own poisons than from the vile I’ve been ignorantly pointing my finger at…
I keep lapping at the blood of my wounds
Addicted to the taste
Becoming numb to the pain
Becoming one with the infection
Like making love to your murderer…
Its all animalistic in the end
Then again, we are all just mammals
Warm blooded and defected with weakness
At times cannibalistic
Eating away at ourselves
Jagged teeth tearing through epidermis and jerking away at Rubbermaid muscle tissue
Until there’s nothing left
Until we are just another victim..
Made either by our own hands
Or the murderous affairs of lovers in stagnant corners of basements..