Violent Times

The heaviest sound lays us to rest

Tied to the steak and eats our heart out

Composure fixed to the evening sky

Swivel the scenery then throw me away when I am dead

Let's all pose then fall down the well together

Understudies for the part we weren't meant to play

Courage for cowards in the rewriter's chair beating the around the rose bush

Sink thirty thousand feet into the shoes too narrow for human feats.

Back to factory settings until you can learn how to sing let alone speak

Caution tape leashes the struggle bus in gear on your best days

One step further than slipping up on a Monday, blue and battered

I wake up to the sight of the boundaries shred to pieces

Water for the pills stuck in swallowing fashion

Wings tied to the bed abstract as ever

We dreamt of the rise and fall of the house of us

Blueprints of further disappointment with marble inlays to hold onto this moment

 Shock jocks of jealous siblings gnashing at ankles going home

Nostalgic for chaos and that bitter root

I didn't know that I was this obvious

Innocence donated with and without the will to live