Gotta put you out my mind
Push all them times we had as far behind as my arms will reach,
And the draggin scraping talons of memories will leave scars to teach
You set me on fire
Now I’m trying to put it out
Of mind, of thought, of body
Floating above my head like a mad cloud
A ghost
Black over my eyes like a grieving woman’s shroud
Mourning the loss of self at a funeral
Looking up to god in that cathedral’s spire,
Cross of cold glitters with the embers of a funeral pyre.
Burning up all the memories with honor and veneration,
Hoping for a quick quick evisceration
Laceration
Fascinations with slits of skin and mind
Pain and suffering.
And why we can’t avoid it
