Wake One
You'd better have on goggles
if you want to watch the metal burn
if you saw me screaming in the darkness
it's because I took a different turn,
I was shooting from the edge,
of this point of no return,
where the cavern doors were broken
where the sharpest eye could not discern
that like any other martyr,
I had an orphan for a son,
like any candle I extinguish,
I fire, like any gun
Cara, can you come?
I've made a mess that you should see.
It happened somewhere here,
between a woman and a breeze,
some fig mouthed Frankish angel,
some catatonic tease.
If I could exorcise the ghosts,
I'd imagine I would die,
alone where all the passersby
mutter all the same goodbyes,
drinking death into exclusion,
singing arias of lies.
in the stillness, spirits wander,
afraid of everything I see,
I would not bask in the deadly glow,
of this atom heart reprieve,
wishing I were someone else,
A man, you could believe.
Please don't try to ask me
what you think is wrong with me.
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