the odd sari.

he could not pick up his hands
to smack the fright of off his face
he could not shake his head
to make the feeling dissipate
this is real
this is now
the only steps to take
don't mind the fear
or his frown
or the time that he could waste

this is wrong
and this is the fault
of all the rats that aim to race
this is first
and this is his fault
for inconsiderate things

take the lead
and take the pills that keep you sane
whats in your hands
is cracked now
and may never be the same

either put on the necktie
with razors in the way
or fight back inside.

love of dried animal skin. (ink included)

i've only watched you slither
up those old letters
a swell in your head
a stamp in your hand
find a way
to make it dead

if not for Moloch's watchful gaze
to keep the sheep in constant shame
i'm sure you'd've already been quartered
and quartered and quartered again

it is the rest of you who make me wonder
how long you'll bury your eyes in the sand
for these leperous, mediacal henchmen
to eat them whilst you pray
that someone else will make it right
because it is far too hard to try
and the only seconds for living
you must hold tightly
like the children you're forgetting
like the children from whom you're stealing
those precious seconds
onto which you're holding.