Straight Edge

Straight Edge  10/15/2014

Double me over

And empty my heart

Letting it bleed all over

Wasted and empty.  .

Nothing can change

All that is evil 

But the good will live

A Second time around.   

I have dreamed of a place

That I know is real

As I peer into a future

In between my sleep. 

Occam’s razor is sharp

But it points in one direction

Nothing new, or hard to find

The same as we always knew.

The world is sick

And it staggers in a circle

Dissolving into mush

And full of worms.   

The fruit is rotten on the trees

And it hangs low and soft

Spit out of the mouth

Poisonous and putrid

The deep fish

Drive themselves ashore

Beached, bloated,

Monstrous and dead.    

The sun tilts the shadows

Long and thin

Stretching out the secrets

For everyone to guess. 

Behold the nightmare

Knocking on the door

Long feared

Murderous and deadly.