Tortured Soul
I’m weighed down by a tortured soul...
We drank a toast on our wedding night,
yours pierced with cyandide...
Weathered and bitter
Incapable of feeling...
Did you know
that most of us wake up...
Have you heard what they say?
“'Neath the old woman lay...
Delightfully dark intentions
As the smooth whiskey opens my soul...
This situation is most queer,
my lawn gnome has moved ever near...
Look! Look! Come and see!
The children laugh and point at thee...
He wakes to find his spirit bound
to a broken glass in rooms of ether...
For all intended purpose
my life is almost over...
There is no comfort.
you look at the invisible sky but nothing is...
Where within awaits a whale
a splasher of water in the face...