As we awaken our dead
As we awaken our dead
Our sleep is muttered among trees
Unable to realize certain truths
About ourselves
One only recognizes in dirty mirrors
In dingy bathrooms
Among days’ old bottles and newspapers
Clues scrawled among this burly-chaos
Pencil-shavings crawling about the skin
Pictures priesting above walls
Show the light of candles
That were never meant to extinguish
To be nought of ash
Voices speaking through ages
Displaced; curdling around my heart
Breaking this star
One my mother grafted me
She tore it out of the skies
Gifting it for a present
She never knew the ravens
They have gnarled teeth
And my marionette has not entered
She dwindles in the heavens
Throwing thunderbolts
At my thighs
I bear those strides
With madness and melancholy
Each together; each so pure
Pulling my innards graciously
The wine of my genesis
Cherub, why, oh why?
I scribble all of it in my mind
Over and again
Feeding that demon
A mass celebration of defeat
Is what you stated
I cannot pack my dead
They drag like lepers
Bound to traipse my brain
For eternity
They are my soul companions
Like the bottle of yours
I’ve never thrown away
It’s loneliness lays upon me
My mirror betrays me
And sometimes I imagine
That my violence is a chance
But you gave birth to it
You mother it each day
With care and devotion
But I spread my dreams upon heaven
Hoping once that a faerie will light
Passing though these trenches
I will transport those souls
That shadow my steps
And I can find peace
My nightmarish-walls will silence
Once again; a shot in the head
The whirlwind you call your person
Will vanish among my seascapes
And my dead will reappear
Because they hate competition
They are jealous spirits
To be possessed by that
Oh, what bliss!
I know you cannot hear
You are deaf to honest pleas
But if my star was to darken
I know I surely would die!
