Haphazard Way of Life of The Self Hater

Haphazard Way of Life of The Self Hater




Hard to knock what one can’t find
Actions are louder than words so unkind
Pedestal envy is a torment sublime
Hate the beat when the music is out of time
Alien foliage in torrential rains
Zoological studies and new flu strains
Aspirin magic and succubus kisses
Radio to Santa and tell him my wishes
Derailing the efforts of the weakest of minds.

Washing away the details that you don’t desire
Aching to see why most climb higher
You just can’t get what you don’t reach for.

Oh the joys anew of seeing yourself true
Forever trusting in what fiercely strangles you.

Lacking restraint, you chain yourself
Itching to free the demons within
Fleeing the crime-scene, you drop the victim
Ending the hunt, you spare the witnesses.

Oh the aches and pains of looking at you
For I reach up and I choke the life from you.

Testosterone is a pheromone that cancels out your actions
Healthy ways of living are not to your satisfaction
Everyone for themselves when the boat hits the reef once again.

Sorry for my indifference but nothing really matters
Each tick of the clock is a lifetime mirror shattered
Leave me to my thoughts and give me what you ask
Forever taking breathers when I cannot do the task.

Hasp of the lock is tied to my inner me
At the gates wait the enemy that I can’t see
Terrible the swift sword and greater is the night
Especially the one that takes from me the softest inner light
Rest my love until the poison takes my sight.

So is the doom that comes much later,
Haphazard Way Of Life Of The Self Hater.



August 10th, 2009