Post by anirbas on Nov 30, 2006 14:13:56 GMT -6
i.
It doesn't matter what I dream can be...
What counts is what is...
This...This...This
is my destiny...
This...This...
This is my reality...
Why fight it?
Why hide it, anymore?
I am the empty space
behind door number three...
Life is what it is...Reality check...Remember?
No hot to trot pole dancer, here...
Nothing so visually stimulating
as that degrading enough
feminine position...
I'm a naked stake dancer, baby...
Watch me twirl and undulate, without abate...
Furiously, mindlessly counterclockwise
cir...cir...circling the rusted iron rod
driven through the flesh, bone
and sinew of my left foot...
Blood dripping, running and spattering
the inner sanctum of my head, heart and spirit...
Praying for rain, the washing away of the invisible pain...
Hoping for a time out that never comes...
Wishing for an escape hatch that just isn't there...
As it doesn't matter, what I dream I can be...
What counts is what is...
This...This...This
is my destiny...
This...This...
This is my reality...
ii.
Everything about me
that can't be changed,
diluted to love doll status
sickens, twists the anger
of another...Not enough
that I'm a hostage
to the whims and wills
of this momentously
dreary lifetime...
You want a blood sacrifice...
The garnet slick sheen of my blood
spatters so turn you on...
My life was saved
so you could drain
the essence of me
one drop at a time...
Til nothing is left of me...
But, the useless vessel
this soul arrived in this dimension in...
iii.
Petty, tyrannical tirades...
Try my resistance...
To call down upon you...
Celestial, heavenly intervention with a vengance...
I fight not to break my personal oath...
I bite my lips til they bleed to keep from uttering
a death curse upon you...I vowed never again
to do such a thing, at least, in this lifetime...
For curses, like blessings,
are powerful, invisible entities
in their own right, that take on a life
of their very own once spoken...
I vowed, never again, to do such a thing...
Even if such an ending for one,
would mean the release and peace
of mind, for so many others...
Ah, hell...Why fight it anymore?
One of these days, you'll open door number three...
And there I'll be...Par to the course...
Counterclockwise cir...cir...circling...
The stake you drove through my foot...
No longer dreaming of freedom,
as I aimlessly run...run...run....
But, holding a waxen effigy
that looks a lot like you
in my angst clenched fist...
Relentlessly poking it
with a wicked hatpin...
Chant...Chant...Chanting...
As I poke...Poke...Poke...
Chant...Chant...Chanting...
Fuck off and die...
Poke...Poke...Poke...
Fuck off and die...
Poke...Poke...Poke...
Fuck off and die...
Poke...Poke...Poke...
The difference in you and me...
Is when you're blood starts to splatter the walls...
I'll take no pleasure in it...I shall instead, cry...
For everything that could have been...
And all that never was human in you...
~*~
"Soy un parador...I'm a loser baby...So why doncha kill me?"
It doesn't matter what I dream can be...
What counts is what is...
This...This...This
is my destiny...
This...This...
This is my reality...
Why fight it?
Why hide it, anymore?
I am the empty space
behind door number three...
Life is what it is...Reality check...Remember?
No hot to trot pole dancer, here...
Nothing so visually stimulating
as that degrading enough
feminine position...
I'm a naked stake dancer, baby...
Watch me twirl and undulate, without abate...
Furiously, mindlessly counterclockwise
cir...cir...circling the rusted iron rod
driven through the flesh, bone
and sinew of my left foot...
Blood dripping, running and spattering
the inner sanctum of my head, heart and spirit...
Praying for rain, the washing away of the invisible pain...
Hoping for a time out that never comes...
Wishing for an escape hatch that just isn't there...
As it doesn't matter, what I dream I can be...
What counts is what is...
This...This...This
is my destiny...
This...This...
This is my reality...
ii.
Everything about me
that can't be changed,
diluted to love doll status
sickens, twists the anger
of another...Not enough
that I'm a hostage
to the whims and wills
of this momentously
dreary lifetime...
You want a blood sacrifice...
The garnet slick sheen of my blood
spatters so turn you on...
My life was saved
so you could drain
the essence of me
one drop at a time...
Til nothing is left of me...
But, the useless vessel
this soul arrived in this dimension in...
iii.
Petty, tyrannical tirades...
Try my resistance...
To call down upon you...
Celestial, heavenly intervention with a vengance...
I fight not to break my personal oath...
I bite my lips til they bleed to keep from uttering
a death curse upon you...I vowed never again
to do such a thing, at least, in this lifetime...
For curses, like blessings,
are powerful, invisible entities
in their own right, that take on a life
of their very own once spoken...
I vowed, never again, to do such a thing...
Even if such an ending for one,
would mean the release and peace
of mind, for so many others...
Ah, hell...Why fight it anymore?
One of these days, you'll open door number three...
And there I'll be...Par to the course...
Counterclockwise cir...cir...circling...
The stake you drove through my foot...
No longer dreaming of freedom,
as I aimlessly run...run...run....
But, holding a waxen effigy
that looks a lot like you
in my angst clenched fist...
Relentlessly poking it
with a wicked hatpin...
Chant...Chant...Chanting...
As I poke...Poke...Poke...
Chant...Chant...Chanting...
Fuck off and die...
Poke...Poke...Poke...
Fuck off and die...
Poke...Poke...Poke...
Fuck off and die...
Poke...Poke...Poke...
The difference in you and me...
Is when you're blood starts to splatter the walls...
I'll take no pleasure in it...I shall instead, cry...
For everything that could have been...
And all that never was human in you...
~*~
"Soy un parador...I'm a loser baby...So why doncha kill me?"