Alas

by Michael

Artwork by Alexa Gaffaney


[I am not insane-

-it’s these bars that they use]

They

Hold me back from what I need to see

My

Father is dead but he calls to me

The

Fleeting distraction of sanity

…add poison to the mix

My

Life exists in the periphery

The

Lost distraction of sanity

I

Have dark purpose; set me free

…and let me get my fix

[I told myself that I was in control

I tell myself the same now

But the memory is changed somehow

And the ghost is all to blame somehow]

Last night I had an awful dream:

“She drowned herself for ME, it seems

These bars — — — they hold me back from scenes

That play deceitful tricks.”

The king is dead so hail the queen

(Long live her dread adultery)

(Long drown Her Fucking Majesty)

Add poison to the mix

I told myself that I was in control

I tell myself the same now

But the memory is changed somehow

“And the ghost is all to blame somehow;

It’s like he knows my motivation

I swore I’d never do it

But revenge seems all too sweet somehow

and the ghost is all to blame somehow.”

I swore I’d never do it

He might escape his doom somehow

He’ll reach those pearly gates somehow

HE CAN’T CONTINUE LIVING NOW

THIS FUCKING GHOST IS ALL TO BLAME

somehow

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