I used to think you just wanted peace,
for your poor head was lopped off
by the bloodsuckers beyond the valley of the bears
you just wanted to die alone
wrapped in your veil of dignity
then
I'll read your wounded warrior prose
your madness ridden
bloodthirsty
slanted truth daggers
it's spattered your qwerty armor
you smear it into a picture
of a girl
standing, eyes closed
alone
on a tiny planet
the stars and moons hang
like all the prized heads you've slain
I wonder why you say you're tired
when it's obvious that your
head
has been replaced
with that chip on your shoulder
and
you'll be looking tirelessly
for
someone
to
decapitate
shame on me
for sticking my neck out
you want to keep me from your own
personal hell
try and trap it in your apartment
closing the windows and drawing the shades
but what you don't know
is that I live there
on the other side of that wall
and the heat
calls out to me
I have felt the flames
so many times that
living feels
cold
without them
hush
don't be like that
it's just a pinch
a tickle
a slap
i realize now
what that city has made you
what it made me
an animal
i have strayed from the pride
found an ounce or two
of humanity
between the times
of utter madness
but you stay sharp
visceral
you keep
feeding
on me
i'm nothing
but a sun bleached ribcage
and you
are
still
hungry
i see you,
sweet salvation
the wind cools
the sun blankets
the people walk
get haircuts
and read glossy magazines
they laugh
feel the purpose of things
and as they bask
in your peaceful tide
you are
screaming
but i cannot hear you
i am
deaf
to hope
