Member Sections: Weird Rei Angela Wolfwood |
ephemerality.permanenceI Am I am the starving naked dragging their feet The death that pulls itself from the street The homeless And I am the hopeless. I am the purgatoried minds The rusted chains that bind Your breath in the air And I am everywhere. I am coveted in the tenement halls The hope of the many that burns and falls Death’s face And I am left without a trace I am a million dreams A blood red spurting stream The leaking faucet and broken windows And I am something everyone knows. I am thoughts that kill The mouths to fill The weak that soon grows strong And I am the sun reaching for the dawn. I am the wind as it blows The lifeless eyes and they close Eternally near And I am here. I am a country’s bloodshed The hungry to be fed And endless mile And I am your dying child. I am a home of lies Millions of files full of lives A devastated land And I am a broken man. I am the American dream A million eyes affixed on the television screen In everyone’s mind And I am the takes of time. I am blood spitting from open wrists The only solution that fits An empty skeleton for a home And I am a tomb of flesh and bone. I am the overcrowded prison A falling line of crimson A school’s locked door And I am the sweatshop’s factory floor. I am in every phylum In ten-million asylums In every pain filled moan And I am in every home. I am loss A pale vision of the cross An empty face And I am the falling grace. I am a mass of hearses Burning churches Something to pray to And I am in you. I am suffocated in a mental cage A straight jacket of rage Your bones that ache And I am angry fix at the point of break. I am the needle in your arm A drought ridden farm The approaching night And I am tomorrow’s dawning light. |
