Once I held a mirror to his face
It was the same mirror I looked into
Then punched and cut my finger.
They say ‘hell hath no fury’
But the rocks I threw out of the garden
Never reached their intended target.
My arms tell tales of anger
My heart speaks of untruths and pain
My feet have walked from many people
My eyes have seen nothing they have ever wanted to see.
Tonight there will be stillness
An inactive participant in a multitude of ills
The gains we reach for and never get
Though the consumer inside of me wants to ride.
Hiding will now become part of my psyche
With all the broken necessities I’ve craved
Look at me in the eyes, thrice
Beware though as I look through you
Because to me, you don’t even exist.
Bound to honor, though riddled with betrayal
This… My broken time
Left me wanting more than I could even give
But it has always been that way with me.
Tonight I plant a flower in a garden
That isn’t even there.
Tonight I eat a fruit from a tree
That doesn’t produce any.
Tonight I drink wine from a grape
That nobody has picked.
I am everywhere
All at once.
I stay hidden in my iniquity
Then lick the blade of a knife
I wish would suddenly take life
And kill me.