The
Truth of Flesh
Truth
is wrought of flesh.
Bones
are mixed with temptation.
The
burning, the yearning of simplicity
Is
an era that is long forgotten.
Do
not speak to me of your words.
Do
not call to me in the dead of night,
Asking
me stupid questions.
Speak
now herein, forever and after,
The
light that lights my way.
Some
people are afraid of living.
Some
people just wish to die,
And
have their corpses be tossed
Into
the shores of unreason. You never
Listened
to me in the first place,
You
never cared, I explained to the furnace
One
morning before going to work.
It
was making funny noises and I hadn’t
Gotten
any sleep that night.
I
didn’t think it needed to be fixed, it just
Needed
to be by itself for awhile.
Sometimes
the truth can smash you in
The
butt. I was always the creative one,
The
one who could draw the art, the one
Who
was always living.
Truth
makes us live, just like, sometimes,
It
makes us die.
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