it’s been a long while,
since I’ve confided within the solace of nylon strings & keyboarded screens,
so much so,
words that had once tumbled from tongue and tooth toward ear and soul,
have long run their course and died,
pulled upon a mound of broken promise and sad carcass,
by whatever voice drives the morality behind my soul.

& upon this throne of lies I sit,
high above those whom society has deemed to be greater stepping stones than human beings,
cast from the womb to grave within earshot of reality’s vagabond tune,
penned from innocence & ignorance,
sung sweet and hung low so as not to become strange fruit in our sad excuse for Eden.

if I am to eat,
it shall be the broken shards of pride and worth harvested from my motionless garden,
if I am to drink,
it shall be to swallow the bitter hostility bursting forth from eyes that have seen most love leave than remain,
if I am to sleep,
breath shall cease to fill the blackened cavities that surround this body’s inconsistent heart,
for the only rest us wicked shall ever receive is wonderfully enteral.