I feel so...teenagerish. So very very teenagerish. Urgh. I hate it when i feel like that. But, here it is. Pissed off, feeling like crap, driving away from my overreactive father and his cruel words...
Lowway
Ancient trails of brush free anger
Line his face like an old glove
That has been resurrected from the basement.
Soft and familiar, with the tingling fear
Of eight legged retribution within.
Rolling thunder suicide booth
Roars to life with a twist of my wrist,
Hurtling on, too fast for guardian angels.
Too weak, too soft, too tired,
Too mepoorpitifulme
To tolerate in the acid soft hail.
Thick and heady, claustrophobic rain
Through a sea of broken bad decisions
Falling from heaven instead of pennies.
I love you, remember,
When I’m gone and my hair
Grows into green grass over my grave,
Remember that I hate you,
When the night howls long,
And the stars only burn.
Silent silver strings trip along,
Pulling the rotting mannequin away,
Following the blood lines that lead us,
Into tomorrow.
One more chance at redemption,
Once more to sing myself of yesterday
Amid the last week’s mental debris.
If I turn my umbrella upside down,
And catch the frozen riddles,
Will they melt into heaven’s change?
Or will I be left with a makeshift bucket
To hold the slippery water sanity
After it slides through my fingers again?
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