Friday, June 4, 2010

I Wish He Had Wings

Hello, Mr. Demon of mine

I knew I couldn't leave you behind

Yes, I strangled you like you held my breath

And buried you in the depths of my head

But it seems like we're just meant to be

Every time I kill you, you try to kill me


I even covered you in the Earth

The kind I knew was fresh from the worms

Nothing akin to the dust and the cracks

I made sure that your grave erased all the tracks


But novelty to me is just your invitation

To grow snakes on my head

And comb fear in conversation

To leave the rivulets brined

And restrain trusting sensation


I thought we would have finished this time

Left the battles in my backburning mind

Allowing me to finally paint on those scenes

Of everything you have been denying to me


Mr. Demon of mine

Would it be too much to inquire?

Why you creep back when it's late

And I'm vulnerable outside

In the arms of this game

Can't you free me from desire?

You're driving me to run away

I just want to be able to stay


Mr. Demon please allow me to go

It's YOUR rules I don't want to follow

Not my fabricated dictations

Excuses and observations

I'm faking it only as much as it takes

Give up and let me fool you back to your gates

Locked up where you sorely belong

Buried deep under hydrating grounds


I'm so sick of this illness

I just want to feel genuine

Believe your screens were anomalies

And stop fearing your disease

Mr. Demon, won't you please set me free?

Haven't you had enough of hindering me?


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