Whisper in my ear tonight
I am fever all over
Locked inside a cage and screaming
My mind is all made up.
Without your scratch
Drawing blood from my veins
I have no mercy in my heart
Thunderous is my every start.
The clouds have opened,
The Gods have yelled,
Ground has shaken underneath,
Here my spine blows in the wind
Shaking at this fever.
I am letting go my reason
Turning open my vessel
My heart no longer caged
A soldier standing on the front line
Battle worn and still alive
Thriving in throngs of passion
Arrow plucked and bow taught
Whisper goes out to my gods
Eyes falling into ecstasy
Smiling with little worry
Reason blending into action
Stepping out a free man.
Empty pill bottles slammed into the rusty cages of my heart
Leading my hopelessness on a two part story,
Part 1: The Ruin
Part 2: The End.
I’m sympathetic to wasps that buzz around my head as I divert my pure thoughts,
Only had I known their tapping of my consciousness could harness heaven,
For I was scrubbing furiously with a wire brush
To scrape every last bit of rust from my hopes.
I woke up to a word
Swirling around my head
That left a little mark
Pressed beside my chin,
But I didn’t allow it
To ricochetted upon
The breastplate
That held my cage together
For that target
Was all my
Innocence could handle.