Where Is He
Now?
A
sliding door caused bulbs to fail
And
all the wiring’s wrong
This
dim life’s no longer mine
The other side, that sliding door
No longer has lights to shine.
Electricity’s
gone
No
switches on
There
is no song
Contours of the map are wrong
Need to flee
To be free
But
escape incarcerates
So
friends are strangers and strangers friends
Is heart still pumping, and
And will my cuts still bleed?
Roads
are closed
And
signpost’s down
The
flood has risen
And
hope has drowned.
Damaged
goods at the factory
No
buyers for the failed
Are
stored out back behind the shed
Wait silently for time to pass
Flawed criminals in jail
Yet
perhaps a charity may come
To take flawed heaters to cold poor.
But
then it's my wiring's come undone,
Is charity’s feet beating to my door?
I
have sucked from the devil’s nipple
That
milk’s an endless well
The
more is sucked the more required
His
breast a pregnant swell
Yet no hunger can it heal.
So if heart still beats and blood still flows
Why is it that I cannot feel?
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