A life to die for
A dream to kill for
A stone to lay on and pretend
this wasn’t what you meant
when you declared your hate for comfort
A tear to smile about
A fear you cannot live without
A heaven made in fiery hell
A hell recurrent in your dreams
of beauty lost and borrowed time
A play without a plot
A plot without a fence
A fence with no beginning, no beginning
and no end, no end in sight to mark the source
of modern, civilized remorse
A death to rise for
A lie to lie for
A hell to die for and pretend
Pretend this wasn’t what you meant
when you unleashed your pack of lies
on this fragile splendid world
A leap of joy
A cry of pain
An act of mercy and disdain at
watching you devour
the seed and flower of this hour
An act of cowardice and shame
A sense of violated lore
Ordain the path of spleen and rage
and strike and smite the filthy stage
until it violates
no more
A dream to sigh for
A cry for which
to sing and strive for
A nightmare playing in the light
Haunting children in the dead of day
and in the jagged moments of the night