Cold Sound

Bloodless Sucker
in the mud.
Heavy rain
Heavy handed
holding fire
to keep the darkness
from closing in.

Reach from the sheets
of cold rivers
chalice cover hands
drink from the challis
of life
looking for meaning...

Im sorry
it tastes so bitter
the poison running
down
your faded face
as the shock
of
how empty it sounds
moving through you.

The curse of mortal moments
where you block the sun
with your thumb
and you let bolts from heaven
crush your spine
as the wolves leave the forest
with the smell
of rotting flesh
fueling a appetite.
--
Im sorry its a hard pill
that takes you far from home
and leaves you in an alley at six years old
with all locked doors
and a man who knows
your father is getting high in the attic
and your all alone.

A gypsy kiss
blows the mist off the
dusted table covered with relics
of different gods,
As she tooled away at bones an gems
speaking in undertones
i saw the light leave her eyes.
She whispers
stories of old glory
one of a kind,
losing the light.

Drifting for days.
weathering the storm
clinging to the ground
and fighting the monolith.

This was heavy shit.
bone fingers
grinding across the surface
of the
drinks knocked
in teeth
swallowing slow
and take it for what it is.

Because i cant call god
and i cant fucking move the sun
and i cant fucking turn out the lights
in your scary head
and i cant fix the hole
in the earth
you leave
everytime you go
kamikaze.
Godzilla is not impressed.