Our Lesions

Hung beneath the lurid glare of ruined dreams
 Raw conceit dressed in flesh and human heat
 Another broken clock well cleaned
 A future of self prescribed irrelevance
 The color of debt and subjugation
 Hard time
 A bottomless well of wishes unfulfilled
 A semi-erect, neglected pawn
 Living in guilt, regret and negligence
 Dying face down on a soiled mattress
 Same four grey walls
 Spinning
 Do we seem miserable?
 How should we feel?
 When their fat hands
 Keep reaching out to take what's ours
 They want us to like it
 Our black hole
 Settle in and get sucked down
 Celebrate our decline
 With closed eyes
 Suspicion and fear decide our moral code
 While faith in ourselves flickers out
 Assuming the worst is always preferable
 To giving the benefit of doubt
 The devil we know, the devil in our hearts
 The lover we hide from all our friends
 The secret we keep until our dying hour
 The terminal hope that we refuse to let go of...
 That there is more
 Beyond death
 There is love
 But the pain just gets worse as you age
 You'd better get used to its claim
 On your dwindling remainder of days
 You'll put a face to the name
 Of the phantom that drove you insane
 She waits patiently to take you away
 But every once in a while
 The list of mistakes you've compiled
 Seems irrelevant and slips from your mind
 And in those moments the weight
 Holding you down shifts away
 And with the pressure removed you can
 Almost see who you thought you would be
 Far removed from the body and mind
 You reluctantly still occupy