Hallowed Be Thy Grave

it goes deeper than money
and right through your skull
a release of a sigh,
an empty hole in the wall.
all that we do and all we can be,
up in flames,
down the drain.
but we survive, hopelessly.

laughter like moths,
wings dissipate.
this mirror is polished
but make no mistake.
the world is a funhouse
we don't want to enter,
these mirrors are cracked
we are mailed back to the sender.

to dirt,
to rot,
all we forgot,
the moments that mattered
sadly, did not.
and our roots grow tangled
but don't hold us to the ground.
they strangle us, captives
in the deep end, we drown.

we cave in like bones etched with too many days,
like ribcages and fish bodies, with air as their grave.
an a toxic sky
a high-pitched whine,
before we can mean anything
we'll have already died.

it goes deeper than graves
and right through the core
of the virgins with scars
and the sluts with the sores.
pretty blonde heads
and petty moonbrains,
homogeneous seas,
a collective of Same.
we will straddle our knives
poised for a fight,
but our only foe
is our very might.
ambition is failure,
lies in our blood,
an opiate for the out-of-luck.
we wear our weakness
so superficially,
a stab in the bullseye
were our heart used to be.
we parcel out blame,
devils laugh at our game,
via bullets and pills,
we'll be made sane again.
the seamstress of hearts,
the keeper of time.