A woman
Whoa, man.
I am
Sexy
Beautiful
Worthy
Of what? Love? Hate?
Who is worthy of hate?
He, him, her, they, it, you, us?
Teach kids English, but not real English?
We teach them nouns, adjectives, similes, metaphors, but not how to use
them.
* USE THEM *
They use us, he used me.
Once upon a time, she was innocent, pure,
He took that, took her.
Rape her mind because it is all that is good,
She should have listened to you, done what she should
Be a good little wife,
Cook, clean, make the bed, give more head,
Suck it off like there's no tomorrow
There may not be for you
SO DO WHAT THE FUCK I TELL YOU TO DO!
* DO *
Everything
Clean the house, watch the kids
Is life really going to be like this?
Love found, then fades,
Leads us all to mid-age graves
A bunch of fucking zombies all walking around,
Trying to feel something, no common ground.
Go to work high on
Doctor-prescribed-hyper-condensed-bullshit
To make sure he won't hit
* HIT *
He did that too
There was nothing he wouldn't do
For me
To me.
Knock her out, slap her face
As long as no one sees, there'll be no less grace
Keep up appearances,
DOES NO ONE SEE THE LIGHT?
Do we even know anymore?
That girl over there?
Yeah, she's just a whore.
Give her some Rohipnal, she'll do you real good,
Even let you touch her on the top of her hood.
Where has everyone gone?
Like love found
Then lost.
It is found only to fade.
* FADE *
Are we talking about this again?
I write what I feel, what goes through this mind
As if anyone could save me in time.
* TIME *
It fades like all the rest
12:00 a.m. . .still wide awake
1:00 a.m. . . starting to shake
Wonder where my lover's gone
Why he doesn't call
Insomnia plays tricks on us all.
Day. . . these are not my thoughts
Night. . . I own them.
By day I am a slave,
By night, I am freed
* FREED *
* CAGE *
Cage like prison or cage like place I live in?
Teenage ideals so easily lost,
We once fought,
Now, we have drinks with the governor,
Oh, what's that on your nose?
I do believe it's dried up shit
* SHIT *
* HIT *
He did.
One year and it's still there,
I am pulling out my hair
Why?
WhY?
wHy?
Me?
Did he see?
She keeps coming back to this
Always talking about how he hits. . .
Leave it alone, forget him
* HIM *
* RIM *
Like the rim of his death
Doctor in white lab jacket . . .
He looked like a good kid,
He did.
He DID?!?!
Even in death, he plagues me still
* STILL *
Be calm
Relax
Think good thoughts
Smoke a cigarette.
My crutch,
My slow suicide.
Life. . .
Death. . .
I think I'll choose life.

April 2001