Highway Lights in Your Eyes

Like the salt melts the slug,
The highway lights in your eyes
Shrivels my fretful nerves and its shrieks.
Forgive my tongue
But my frantic words are of homeless despair
And everything that I angrily mutter
Is born from a wounded childhood freak

I am a bowing Satan to your muddy flesh,
And my tears of guilt peels my fire to flake
So I weep behind my wicked words and deeds.
Forgive my tongue
But they pitied my weakness
And drenched my cheeks into bloody petals
And my flesh with blasphemous bleach

I will give death its third and final kiss,
In the name of the highway lights in your eyes
And your curled up Godly scene.
Forgive my tongue
But it is concealed beneath your gleaming shadow
And it stutters its poetry
In the name of this poet's unworthy speech.

The Boy and The Shadow

The faint fluorescent lights on a Friday night,
In between the alleys of chattered whispers
The night gave its dress to a little boy,
So he skipped his way home
And gave a smile that eased his fear of twilight

As the time struck its song of slumber
And after the sun bled its light to death
On the Dom of the hill
A concrete shadow slithered amongst the rusty poles
And the wind blew away his presence to rustling leaves

Like a fag, the boy's smile was fettered into flicker
His novice eyes spoke of his silenced mouth
And on the gates of the cemetery
The shadow stabbed the boy's innocence
While God's might chose to hide within a praying cloud

The boy did not comprehend, condemn or complain
For his thirst was drenched with the shadow's climaxed dirt
And as the shadow withered with the night
And the cloud called the slaves to pray
The boy cried not his pain, but his shadowless fear of a Godless twilight

And as the boy's sorrow set sail with the years, he sighed:
"It is indeed our blood that ties me to your fate
But I turned that blood into water
And as for my innocence
I skipped my way home until I found it and I smiled
And I still smile"