There’s a lighthouse filled with epiphanies
Of bitter distortion and insignificant innocence
And there’s a woman, screaming under water,
Hoping the deaf will hear her muffled cries
A man sits on his front porch with a dagger to his heart,
Hoping the blind with see his sorrow and anguish
But when the deaf and blind turn and walk away,
I wonder who will save the broken now.
Who will tame the candle, lost in the shadows
Of temptation, infidelity, and abuse?
The starving prisoner refusing to eat,
For fear of his demise to a rotten piece of flesh
The battled hands, covered in scars, refuse any help,
For fear they will lose the memories of panic and murder
A little boy cries, but refuses to wipe his tears,
For fear of not being a man of honor
The footsteps answer the tired, silver pavement
As a wave of adrenaline deadens your hand in mine
The acid of your kiss still burns the back of my throat
As your generic teardrops drown in a world of blood
I choke on the sound of the silent screams,
Each pleading for a resolution of the chaos that haunts,
The epitomes of rotten seduction,
The experiences that break us until we forget that
Blood is thicker than water, in the sense of loving eternally
And yet, how people misunderstand that and think,
“I’ll kill a fellow brother or sister, because if
Blood is thicker, then who is to deny how
Widespread this Sacrifice will be? I will be king. My word will be law.”
And they will be right in a sense; their word will be law
To the heinous mockery of the bloodshed to free out nation of
Discrimination and dispute
Epitaphs and obituaries will pile up, farther and higher,
Beyond the gates of heaven and hell
The love of one’s self and of another should be our only muse
Not the addiction of the needle, the blunt, the shot glass, or the line
We kill ourselves, though not softly
We bury ourselves in bitter agony until our glass box containing the world
Is broken and we are resentful, false, reclusive
We are inhumane as we walk the lines of blasphemy,
As we turn away from traditions of hope
And follow the darkness into seduction, passion, and harsh words
Our pathetic lives continuing in a cycle of love, loss, lust, and broken
We break ourselves from the lighthouse and fling ourselves to our deaths
On the bloody rocks below
Is it over yet?
No, because society plagues us until one day
The human race
Is Lost
