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Wrung Out On The Washboard Of Your Soul (Burgeoisie Grandstand)
I Couldn’t be shaken before
I don’t deserve this collar
From under the ceiling to atop the roof
I don’t deserve this collar
I Can’t find the way any more
I don’t deserve this collar
Another face, another place gone
I don’t deserve this collar
I find myself adrift wading through these aisles
I’m getting too much fresh air
All my friends tell me what’s wrong
But of course, it always amounts to nothing
No brass tacks at the bottom of my cup
Dreams of buttons and papers plague me
My rest plays in shallow snow
A perfectly frostbitten and restless slumber
White fields and white walls
My resignation is my prison
A torment only stoked by my thoughts
I don’t deserve the ones who love me
I don’t deserve this collar
Once I could find solace on my knees
Where I thought I belonged
The pleasures of service were mine
And I held them dearly
My hands found their rightful purchase
My tongue found its faithful use
Panting and subdued I found my purpose
But my stability was founded on a dishonest loyalty
Our little house, whose walls were built with holes
Crumbling at a glance
Yet still I maintained to my obedience
“Look out for number one” they told me
And I remembered
I did
I don’t deserve this collar
My fingers gray perpetually
Wasting away from the life I live at my own expense
I am an empty vessel
Awake on the floor
Full only by my own doing
And only temporarily
And only detrimentally
It isn’t much of a hole
Or much of a slope
But rather a low place
A place whose gravity only pulls me deeper with the years
I wrap my hands around my own ankles
And I pull myself to new depths
I don’t deserve this collar
Acid and Blood
When life gives you lemons, squeeze them over your wounds
Take solace in the fact that the pain is yours to bear and others would fail
Don't wince, let the pain wash over you like a sickening wave
And know that the sting grants you life beyond others
Find tranquility in the agony
Turn the hierarchy of needs on its head because you can
Because you wanting to hurt overrides your body's desire for safety
And know there is value in your tears
Know there is value in reckless power
Know you won't buckle when your ideals are open sores in the eyes of the weak
Bad Roots, Bad Seeds
It’s kinda like rain
The sounds your mother makes
When she pleads for you never to leave her
When she softly screams in your ear
About why you should love her for what she did for you
About why it’s your responsibility to be with her
About how you matter to her more than anything
About how you deserve a mother in your life
About how she’s sorry, despite her not knowing for what
About how I shouldn’t let others make my decisions for me
At first it makes you shiver
The first time you hear your mother beg you for your love
But after awhile, it becomes white noise
You become indifferent
It’s hard to believe at first
The way the woman who gave birth to you’s tears fall
And maybe you notice a foggy window
Or how your hair’s a little frizzy
But it means nothing to you
You take no joy in it
But it doesn’t hurt you like it’s supposed to
It’s just there
Trickling into your ears
Watery and insubstantial
Making no claim on your conscience
Guilt is her weapon
So is fear
And rage
And kindness
And mercy
And ignorance
And trust
And deceit
And curiosity
And faith
She breaks you down with every tool she gave you
Once you realized it, your veins coursed with fury
An indignance too mature for your age
You realize how she kept you and your brothers and sisters in the dark
And she manipulated your father
The more you think about it, the more it seems like she tricked him
The hours he worked, his exhaustion every day
While she “taught” you like she was supposed to
She did whatever she wanted
While you fought and never learned
This was all I could think before I spoke to her that night
My parents never taught my brother to read
They never taught me to tie my shoes
They never cared what I did
I used to torture my siblings for fun
Because I didn’t know what else to do
There was nothing else to do
Alone with them all day
Every single day
Not a single wavering aspect
Never having contact with someone outside of your family
Never even going outside
Not a single one of us having friends
So we tortured each other
We did it out of necessity
It was fun to hurt them
And it was fun to be hurt by them
And it wasn’t playing, either
It was torture
It really was
And my parents didn’t care
My father too tired or too busy
My mother content with the chaos
I did things to my brother I’ll never repeat
And I saw him do things to my sisters that would bring most to tears
Each day was an eternity of suffering born of neglect
And they were all too young to remember
But not me
I remember every single day
What really strikes me looking back is how little my parents cared
I lost my virginity at 9 years old
A fact that haunts me every day
And they couldn’t have cared less
Because she was just fine with her easy little life
Once my father finally caught on, that’s when the pain really set in
When I really realized what was going on
My parents got a divorce
And my siblings and I were finally put back in school
My brother unable to read
My sisters having never interacted with another human being their age
Me having to grow up that instant
I went from not going to school from 1st through 6th grade
Being completely left behind in my education
To having 7th be my first experience in school
And when I went to talk to her
When I finally confronted her
She brushed every last word of my pain off
When my father finally moved out
And we were split finally
I was forced to do everything my mother wouldn’t
I realized what I’d done wrong
I realized what had been wrong
My malice reared its head
I knew she was wrong
Wrong for forcing me to take care of my siblings when she refused
Wrong for never giving me the chance to be normal
Wrong for never giving me the chance to be a kid
Wrong for never teaching me
Wrong for never taking the time to be my mother
And I still loved her
She was my mother after all
So I kept hearing in my head after she picked up the phone
I told about how I didn’t want to any more
And the lines in my forehead deepened
Lines too deep for a twelve year old kid
Her forced sobbing cut me deeper than I’d imagined
Emotions were just tools to her
Means to an end
Just like my father was
Her pride wouldn’t let me go
So she tried all she could
I can barely believe I didn’t surrender to her
It was only recently that I realized how much I hate her
I hate her for what she let me do
I hate her for never changing after these years since that night
I hate my mother
But I also know that she isn’t some villain
Some master manipulator like I thought before
She’s just pathetic and selfish and unaware
Which only makes me hate her even more
Because I see that same stupid face in the mirror every day
And when people ask I always tell them I don’t think about it
But I’m lying
It still dries my eyes out in the middle of the night
Her repulsive little voice still lives in my mind every day
Because I’m just as selfish and pathetic
And rambling about it just shows it:
I just want the attention, don’t I?
I’m just as bad as her
I’m sure that I’ll torture my children just as much
I’m just another batch of spoiled milk
Wasted potential
Just like her
Everything I said is just more white noise
Just more rain trickling in the background
Just Filling the Hollow
I stand atop the hill
Born open to the wind and rain
The stinging cold feels good to me tonight
I had always heard the phrase growing up
"what you take from the land, the land takes from you"
I never knew what it meant until now
Now that I pay the toll of flesh to the world
The tears of the world assault me
And I am forced to reconcile their bitterness
The flaying power of the earth will scorch me
Until either my purity or my weakness are made plain
"It's just pain", I tell myself
Winter's shadow seeks to test that statement
All the seams that surround me are ripped away
Sucked apart by the storm
But I am not made of cloth
So I remain standing
My power is tied to the thunder
And the clouds
And the moon they obscure
I am of the world
And so I will be taken in by it
I will decay like the trees
And my blood will spill and feed it
And my strength will be shared
I was born from the sun
So I will die eaten by things beneath the moon
Dad, the Jehovah’s Witnesses are Here Again
You fill your cup with dust
And toast to a faceless deity
An insubstantial deity with no motives
So go ahead, make me a believer
Your threaded tentacles grasp at muddy blades of grass
Like the fingers of a drowning child submerged in fate's indifference
A death compounded in fractaline fragments
Cracked and scattered through a hundred piece network
A maze of tunnels stretching from here to my golden patience
So go ahead and give me your forgiveness
Grant me a way out
A path to the light, as it were
Show me the way like I know the core of me wants you to
But you can't really show me anything, can you?
Because it isn't really knowledge you are the master of
Feeling
Flight and intangibility
Fear and fancy
Hot coins meant to make us jump when you throw them
Treats meant to make us dance when you beckon
You pry open our jaws and drop syrup flavored spit into our mouths
And we thank you and beg for more because we don't know any better
So go ahead
Show me the path
It's almost clerical
The way we're all listed by our desires
Exploited in a hormonal mass farm
Harvested, then left to search for a quiet cavity of the world to fade away in
A billion molten heads washed down the drain
Full of emptiness, we are echoes in the expanse of time
Simply recalling the beguiling influence of those who learned to speak
Like you, and the metallic taste on your lips
And so our pitiful, penniless lives waddle on
With a false comfort in conformity to an artificial spirit
It's almost comical
The way we all flow in a stream of mangled identities
Our arms snapped and wrapped around one another
A twisted embrace meant to symbolize the usurped peace of man
Crushed fingers intertwined in a bruised, involuntary kinship
The needle pierces us, sowing us into a tapestry of pain
A brutal flag that stands blowing on a barren plain
So go ahead and sell me the vaccine to your own disease
The anesthetic to be taken straight from the hands of the torturer
Choke
The pressure builds in your head
You try to make sure, but you're already dead
Stop breathing, for you have no choice
Strangled by fate, life ripped from your voice
Reservations left to melt in the shade
Empty eyes, a hollow look on your face
Your feet fail you
There's no way away
Your heart starts to wane
You feel your soul fade
A Bad Piece About Bad Lies
I've done that. I've Been there. I've Seen that. I know. I get it. I've had that. That reminds me of a . I did it better. I did it first. Did it faster. Did it for longer. Did it harder. Did it first. I understand.
Yes. Sure. Sounds good. That's true. I got you. I know you are. I know you do. Me too. You, too. I'm there. I'll try. Of course. I would never.
That's a good idea. You should. Leave them. Trust me. It matters to you. It matters to me.
Death and Taxes
Living in the shade of a hundred fears
Those indefinite trembles that shatter our tendons
That drop us in the ninth place we deserve to be
We leave the worms behind as we scavenge
We sift through the remnants of us
Hoping to find the origin of our headlessness
The grooves in our flesh have been smoothed over
Mended by rotted sweetness and its fifth parallel
We lose track of our infernal complex
We take the arduous way down
The slowest path through moisture's decay
It will be a long time going
Oscillation fills the cavity
Where they sing concrete songs
And honey drips from the branches
It’s over, I have the high ground
Drifting through yesterday
Like the fog that ate me alive
White lights whirl around my head
Alone, life has new meaning
Contorting to new forms
Thorns rain from above me
The world bleeds out molten light
Comprehension acts as the tourniquet’s embrace
A thousand promises to reap the living
When all that’s wanted is to rape the dead
The beating heart seeping through their fingers
The disruption of the method is complete
A flood of stolen eternities
The intangible universe shudders
Warped shreds of its essence drifting down
Gracious in the milky void
Preying upon connection failure
With severed truth leaking from wounds of the mind
Tortured into new shapes
Writhing like the pit of snakes and vermin
The mysteries of evil sink to the soil
Lost by time in liquid memory
The tastes lashed from their tongues
Every book burned, every head turned away
White walls scorch unholy sky
Tears of hatred drip from red eyes
Limbless forms howling out in the dark
Crying like beaten strays in the cold