| Written: SEPT 21, 2003 |
Your words cut me deeply?
Do you think so…
Laughingly I think not,
Shall I disrobe and show you the scars I bear,
The hideously smooth skin.
It seems the very hide of a beluga.
Underneath the turmoil hinted at lies,
Dormant but unforgotten, as my soul lies,
Unforgiving and in darkest hatreds.
Torn and drifting like wraiths of pain,
Horrid, unrelenting wounds shatter me.
How can one fix that which is impervious to time?
Can repair be done to the incorporeal,
If so I know not how to do so.
Cheer up there is still lots of room for you;
The good parts seem all taken,
But I imagine there is some shred of heart within
This glistening cavity you can rend for me.
Cut deep with your cruel intentions,
For I bare not the disgrace well.
And I am not but a savage after all,
What can one expect but faceless violence?
Of wolf character I could take to the woods,
A dead sprint bringing you to earth faster than
Your attempted wit at my organ’s destruction.
And like a lycanthrope I’d disembowel you clean,
As I haven’t the stomach to ruin your heart.
Be fast with your violence and be gone,
Add the preternatural strength and gleam to me,
And let me cry my blood tears like the godly hero,
Lying wherever my emotions threw me;
Lacerated and healing too fast in body,
Poor mind is the one pained, and we all know
Just how long that can take to get over things
Don’t we…
