Whispers
I can be a saviour to everyone but myself
I’m wicked in the way that dolphins are
I’m unable to lose faith that i’ve never had
I’ve white lines on my wrist that don’t look like cocaine
I inhale your hate to tattoo my blood
I’ve seen death and kept my sight
if i could unfurl this thinking mud,
who would be dead, who would be blind?
Dreams are my blanket, love-lost my sheet,
my body an extortion of fleshy thought
What grade of thunder writes these words?
We’re all undone, only numbers crying to be number one
I traded ambition for the hope of love
and love violence’s life into distractions
“Smile when I rape you, then it won’t feel so badâ€
but angels don’t spread their legs for common infections
I cannot fuck myself to understanding
or dissolve questions with knives unbuttered
Conversations are cemented with lies
I’m the Outcast wetted by disgust at truth
My passage is silent to gods and pigs
I don’t need the sun when i’m proud with matches
There’s tragedy in the presentiment of souvenirs
Sweets should never be sharpened
I stab my tongue through the lips of this world
whilst armies whisper inside of me.
Hey there!
That's some fiery passion you have.
Well said! Comments are like souvenirs, aren't they?
We need the tragic and true. Agreed!
You don't have to stab to make a point. Uncle Tree
Yes, i thank you. But keep in mind that making words into viruses is more productive than the pride in souvenirs. As for the stabs, some people need it because they just don't get the point by itself:)
Really, really strong piece.
"I'm wicked in the way that dolphins are" = love this line, love many of the lines here.
Dolphins never lied about their nature. Man did. The world is sold as masks and people so want to believe that they readily wear their own. The brave expose themselves even when they know they'll be pointed at. Ridicucle is nothing compared to self respect.