ugly thing

such an ugly thing...

such an ugly display you are...trapped in that cage of yours.

it's so silly how you think you deserve these things

as these dreams have been sampled into your mouth...keeping you yearning to taste more.

starve yourself. Accept the truth.

you're an old mule, too tired to prance and entertain

your bones ache and you long for a home that is long gone.

kings fool

the kings fool said too much

here he kneeled-- a dead man. the king and army before him.

looming over him like a pack of starved wolves. ready to maul his brightly adorned corpse.

and though the kings fool spent a lifetime entertaining, here he wept.

not for his mistakes, but rather for the unbearable heartache that followed his ache for death.

he didn't ask for forgiveness. he did not sing.

he was silent, for his words were his demise.

he sang his song for the night, painting his dreams of freedom through his melodies.

he sang and sang as the night danced with him

his melodies fell upon the wrong persuasion

he looked up at the king with anguished eyes

the makeup eloping with the tears

as he pleaded for a swift end

he no longer wanted to be bound by chains that suffocated him

these chains carved with the grief of gratifying

he wanted to finally rest...eternally

weary

my feet are raw from this walking

walking and walking to another place that shuns me

another place to scorn and shout

bruise me blue and kick me out

and there i stand in the blistering sun

knowing my horrid demeanor can never be undone

and so I walk and walk again

until my legs give out and i reach my end

until i lay to rest on the filthy bathroom floor

waiting here forevermore

waiting for the soft touch of someone else's hand

to caress me and tell me to try again

only this time there's only me

with my blood soaked hands and blood soaked teeth