Open to Interpretation

Hello,
Darkness.
My new friend
I must thank you
For the heart you did mend.
I thought there was another way.
But that chimera died long ago,
maybe sometime around May.

So is this it?

I thought I could

   Quit

But your virus

It spreads like a plague.

It’s taking away,

It’s beginning to fray,

Continued…

Lies, yeah, they’re easy to tell
You know, we’re all going to
The same place. Well, maybe not
All. As long as you don’t lie
To God it’s not a sin
Who said sins don’t win?

As long as you build a confession booth in your
Head
Then it dont matter at all, what you’ve
Said
Dont worry if that sounds like a
Fraud
Is it cause your soul’s become
Aud?

But hey, thats ok
Well I guess that’s unless
Your lie made someone die.

New File 2
What to write
On you

Man that light is bright
These sounds and calls
Are making things
Complicated

What the fuck? Was that all
Just some shit?
I dont know quick pretend
It meant more if you don’t
Hurry the party is over
But lickity split all the jaws
Open slit. And the mandibles
Thrash and they chew.

It’s not all a loss
Today I remembered to brush
And to floss

Hide all of myself under
The covers.

Where it is safe and
It’s warm. Hidden and
so very alone. It wont
Stop but at least I don’t
Think about it.

This New File is pure
Shit. Walk it off,
Take a piss. Things
Aint so bad in this pretty
Old country

A cry that never was heard
rang out one awful night:
“Please say I’m not wrong,
though I didn’t ponder for long,
what I did was surely right!”
But there is no answer, is there?
No solace to wash out this blight.

How could the call,
not somehow fall
on all those ears
that were abound?
Perhaps your big victory
seemed a bit contradictory
when your bragging
drowned any viable
sound?

(You’ll have to, please —
if we’re dotting our i’s
and crossing our t’s —
pardon the strong metaphor;
for it surely applies
and lacks any disguise
for blood or any gore.)

I brought along a mic and an amp,
to catch any scrap of whispered
breath.
I even told a Bromden lie
to some guy at the FBI —
I said someone had lied
I said someone had died.

He hacked, and tore that
tape to shreds, enhanced
and clarified — (I’m sure
CSI could do nary better,
SVU would be left far
behind.)
What was finally found
would only astound
Those who expected to hear
something, fuck, any
God-Damned sound!

Crowded around and
pressed together
as close as they can be
6 whole billion plus four!
who knows, could’ve been more,
all wait in anticipation.
They’re waiting to see
(they’re as eager as me)
What the cry
Shall always belie.

So quick —
cry baby cry and
let the world sigh,
cause, before you die?
Better bury those lies.

The day your tore my heart apart
I can’t remember really when,
now. I writhed and screamed and
It was not enough.
Far from enough to quench the thirst
The lust, craving — appetite.
To dispense some pain, you can’t
remember, really when.

I was not born with these appetites.
My stomach too weak for such delights.

But you, Sweetness, you, my love?
Oh, it fits you nicely, like a glove.
Or is it like a Nurse
outfit so right?
Or like a ratchet
bolts all on
tight.

Your big mouth you use
It is your boon.
Those pretty lips that
curl in a smirk
As you think a buffoon
You’ve made.

The pathetic truth?
That day you ripped my soul
to shreds, I knew it all.
I can’t remember really, which
day it was. Was it Sunday or Monday?
Was it Saint Valentine’s or Martin Luther’s?
Or was it every day I thought my pain
could quench the thirst.