This one’s been floating around in my notebook for years…. dark. ugly. but not a bad little piece. I only share it because it’s past.
Faithless, lonely, and impure
Is what I have become,
And if you look
Inside my cup you’ll find
No lack of rum.
There is no party that I
Won’t throw outside.
I’ll light it all on fire before
I take that ride.
Cause of death, unwanted—
Memories, unclaimed.
If you saw me kill and maim,
You’d know my claim to fame.
I’m no masochist, for
I do not feel the light on my burning skin
That won’t rise for suns.
Blood and guts and
Screams and cuts,
It comes back and forth again.
This is how I know, my friend,
The universe itself began.