Sacrifice:
Resting on the oscillation of my quavering thoughts,
With one hand on the ramp, the other in the void,
I am pumping my blood through holed vessels;
Leaking closely, reeking freely,
Yet far from being done
Crossing over,
Almost…
Almost…
Splitting my head
Along swift borderlines;
Aiming feebly to float freely,
I’m flexing muscled up ideals.
Scanning the altars for other sacrifices,
I’ll let it be, I’ll let it bleed, I’ll let you drink for free…
My Mess:
She’ll be chirpy, she’ll be giddy
She’ll be taking it all lightly
And I’ll be blaming my expectations
Blaming her
For any lack of appreciation
I’ll be clingy, I’ll be needy
I’ll be going almost crazy
And she’ll be playing with attention
Every word
Stimulating her imagination
And I have to stay alert
Underperforming yet robust
And I must keep getting hurt
One wrong word and I go bust
She said go before you break
There are few things you can take
She said she will then denounce
Every doing out of bounce
Better hope I keep the progress
Slight like my pain,
Slight and wordless
Minor musings have taken a tumble
In a conundrum I cannot assemble
Better keep the impulses at bay
Bag some moments,
One for each day
If it all goes dark in her haze
I’ll pretend I was in a daze
Yet, she’ll be banging on my heart
Turning the sensation into an art
The art of losing, one step away
For the sake of keeping things at bay…
And I’ll be banging on my chest
Waiting for a sign,
A healthy breath
And I’ll be abandoning all rest
Until I can deal with her mess…
Until I can deal with my mess
My mess, my mess, my mess, my mess…
