know the game
you played that night,
the game of prove your love to me.
Dutifully I helped and hurt and held you
in words of nervous comfort.
Desperately and fearfully we’d played the game before,
I would con-soul you into living on to face the day.
But, that night, I let go for fear of holding on,
I let go to find myself.
You poured your fears into me,
They made me strong.
Strong enough to let you go
I went on to face the day
In the moment of the meeting of the child was and the man I've become, eternity sits on the head of a pin, the ghost of my mother in the guise of the checkered harlequin, the jester of my court, the maniacal jackal, dances across my painful past in a celebration of the ecstasy of agony. And I laugh...
She devours me and fills me with void
Come to me with your dark embrace
Take me tattered and torn
Leave my shattered and shorn
Wake me with the spinning tide
Break my from the measures that guide
My lips tremble at the edge of a thought
My tongue trips on the phonics unspent
What can I say of the dance of death
A mockery of life
The void snatches at
the edging of the night
keeping and leaving
life has ebbed
Pushing against the film of reality
My eyes blurred
from the pressure of this
My sight as clear
as a raw open wound
I AM ALIVE