The way you’re stuck inside my chest
 is best
Twisting my guts to coils just beneath my flesh

If you look close you can see it ripple

The muscles moving, mangling my middle

Manufacturing something like a slow and painful death

Our reality a causality of the sedation of the human mind and the human heart,
The closed eyes trained to see nothing but what is presented upon a TV screen,
The broken anvil of our ear unable to hear the crashing hammer screams,
The screams that cry out for the shattered dreams, the forgotten Utopian ideals,
Our touch deadened and kept at arm’s length, each end of a handshake,
Gone is the embrace showing love for the fellow man, only power-grip remains,
We care only enough to be convenient, we don’t care enough to fight for children maimed,

nice anger displayed
at a lover who crosses your way

and
Have signs to betray
and
take you astray,
if only you meant quit
to say
and
not remain quiet
till this final day

love is in the air
all in war and love is fair,
give him another chance
if you may

or
else quit immediately
as you now say

so do it right away
but not repent
anymore after today
quit if you wish to
just as you may

an angry face of four and twenty
slacked, defeated
eroded by karma's vengeful smacks
and disappointment's relentless howl

as he would say

a luck insurmountable
dragging, yanking
incomparably worse by far
than joan d'arc's own standards

as he'd tell it

each red light an opportunity
that's shooed at every green,
hope at every shared glance
met with cold closed window,
unsated, his hungry hand
stays

as his story goes