Cameron Belmont
The passage of time took him away
My father, my anchor
I am running in circles
Until my spirit bursts
I wear a target on my face
And the wind is the firing squad
Every sound like chainsaws to my eardrums
His grave, thousands of feet underground
Every second like a beating
Enough to grind my bones to dust
Voices ring through my head
"Join him! Join him! Join him!"
Since his passing I've been a nobody
Yet I carry the world on my shoulders
The TV static like a foreign realm of grief
The teapot like a poison well
It's not like he simply died
It's like I became him and killed myself
I crawl through these hopeless days
Like through a barren desert
My blackened lungs are exposed
My eyes like cloudy amber
I despise your god and your perfect world
You think I've got nothing left? I'll show you.