my feudal lord

•October 18, 2009 • Leave a Comment

again

I’m the thrill you once sought in every ride
I’m time that you killed when changed the tide
I’m the gig that you ditched when suited you fine
I’m speech you cut short when you wanted to opine

I’m the sight your eyes would now want to avert
I’m the hole in your shoe where festoons your hurt
I’m the voice in your head you tranquilize to sleep
I’m the death in your look when you’re in too deep

I’m your unspoken word when brevity is cheap
I’m your unchecked pain when the sore starts to bleed
I’m every person dead you buried without a wake
The damnation in your voice when you chose to forsake

I’m every ticking watch on your caffiene break
I’m every debauchery when you felt like a rake
I’m every bottle drunk when life isn’t fair
I’m the smoke that you blew when you sucked in the air

I’m every used good you couldn’t wait to trash
I’m in every profanity when you talk brash
I’m every covenant you showed the door
I’m everything scarce when you wanted more

I’m every passing thought you chose not to restore
I’m grievances renewed – you feign & ignore
I’m your worst nightmare for when you’re awake
I’m every earnest promise you attempted to break

I’m the lead in your step when the going is tough
I’m the lip that is split when your hands are rough
I’m cheap chardonay for when you go soft
I’m guilt you try to wash but won’t come off

I’m the sordid deed done that only you could
I’m hope that you killed when you played God
I’m the blame that you game when convenience strikes
I’m your rude awakening when reality bites

So when you saunter by later tonight
Breathing life into homes that aren’t quite bright
Spare me a thought and a glance if you will
Gimme something to live for – I haven’t the will.