What am I trying to say to me
When I don’t want to know what I’ve said?
Erase all the questions that plague me
And awake in someone else’s bed.
Maybe the answers are on repeat
And the more that I ask, I won’t see.
Maybe the answers will bring no relief
But shout and see if I believe.
One more time today
The simple choice is made.
You will hold my hand
And you will worship me.
One more time today
The simple choice is made.
You will lay me down
And walk all over me.
A parallel divide
Of what we are inside
And we will ride the waves
Of a simple patricide.
How does it feel to be let go?
One would have to be held to ever know.
And how many times does it seem to be,
I never ask why I’m told who to be?
Maybe the answers are on repeat
And the more that I ask, I won’t see.
Maybe the answers will bring no relief
But shout and see if I believe.
Why does your aura still follow me?
I chose you so you’d go away.
More simple a choice could not be made.
Now simplicity continues to spread.
Pull the lines of the drivel, bed-ridden depictions of sound dereliction,
A devilish scheme.
And stare to the oceans of drowned indecision, a tidal rendition of
A simple retreat.
I was the father.
I was the lord.
I was the one with my feet bound to boards.
You’ve taken all this
And left me dethroned.
The simplest notion
From the coldest of whores.
I had a future.
I had a past.
A payment once given to your pederast.
Whom built you a statue
So withered with spite
I repeat all my choices slow, hollow, and trite.