Wolves

it's not
like you
can blame me
i was hungry
hadn't eaten for days
and you were the first thing i saw
it was worth it

but now that i've tasted blood
i will ne'er be free
from the lust that comes
when your bandage comes loose
and my heart races
and i come after you

now
what has become of
grace?
mercy?
goodness?

now that your flesh
is hanging by a string
and i'm sitting in a tree
smiling

Ghost Town

it's the end of an era
all of my old friends are gone
whether I've kicked them out
or they've left on their own
while the drinks I down
one by one
by the fire
are slowly sinking
deep down my throat

oh how I have tried to cling
to your heart
as it beats
the sunny days
when we used to parade
through the cracked streets
like we were at war
we were always at war

the anger trades our fond memories
for a bad day
when questions were posed
and it was thrown all away
but it's ok
I understand the misgivings
but I long to understand
the blood that was shed
on our behalf

so you write and write
like a brilliant waking
of a dirty and rotten soul
that keeps on the singing
but you need no approval from me
run to that place you belong
just know
right now
I just cannot follow

Spirit Children

Street lights
flash on my intentions
if I had been paying attention
I would not have sideswiped
that husband and his sweet wife
with cancer and a kid
I guess that's what I get

Down at the police station
I'm reading revelations
to the cops and robbers
trying to do their jobs for
the weak and the weary
this is a big city
it's too big for me

It's so ugly
the message is bloody
we were spirit children
in our home in heaven
now we're 27
and you're on your deathbed
I guess that's what you get

Enemy

i walked into the house
and you punched me in the mouth
you had told me to get out
i was only seven years old

the blood spilled from my cheeks
right on down to my teeth
you had told me i was weak
for crying

i stuttered as a child
because when i looked into your eyes
it had scared me within inches
of my life

then you choked me in my sleep
for having those bad dreams
just one more little thing you stole from me

I never wanted to be your enemy
but ever since
I could speak
you have hated me
more than anything

I never wanted to be
in your family
so instead
of cracking
my front teeth
you should have taken care of me
but you didn't care for anything

Yes, I am Blind

my heart
yes it is sick
and drunk
with
lust and malice
but now
pumps blood
that has been shed
to make this heart
drunk with
righteousness
and the doom
no longer
breathes down my throat
but He is alive
and I am dead
all over again...

Blinking LIghts

like punk
in the late 70's
this will pass
and no one will remember
who or what
you were supposed
to represent
but they will
sing songs
write books
give up much
to make known
the meaningless way
in which
you
breathe in
and
breathe out
and fall asleep
forever

Staring Deep Into Your Wilderness of Lust and Destruction

in my weakest second
i feel the shaking in my bones
like a need
to desecrate this heart
this seed
that you've given me
as it is hewn and
thrown across the room
as the images flesh
her,
sprawled across the floor
him,
fucking her senseless
this abuse becomes
a need
as I switch from screen to screen
this lust
this desire
that is robbed
from my
beautiful bride
and given
poured out
into an exhale
of this wretched relief
please, Lord
take this
unending addiction
away from me