Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Buttons

He likes to hide away at night, in places they can't see
When they're at home, his home becomes an awful place to be
They often drink, they often fight, they often scream throughout the night
And he can't leave this house of his, this penitentiary

His mommy doesn't cook for him, since she can't see him there
His daddy has no time for him, he doesn't seem to care
So every day alone he stays in the dark shadows where he plays
He knows he's stuck, he'll never leave, his corpse has tied him there

At night his mommy cries a lot, she often says his name
His daddy doesn't give a damn, since he's the one to blame
And mommy hid what daddy did to their young boy, that little kid
They both give into drink and shout, to cauterise the shame

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Moon


I love the moon and how it hides
behind the mist and clouds above
with its white obfuscated eyes
staring down at us all, plotting
waiting to make that silent move
the quiet plotting orb up high
its silver hands brushing the earth
a faded light that casts no shades
a cold desperation that lies
in wait for a new hand to shake
for a new friendly face to greet
the autumn face of the Lune
how it smiles, cold, calculating
waning on the knife's edge of night
enticing it's bacchanine flock
to go forth, feasting and drinking
fighting and fucking, loud and bright
ahead of their master, old moon
who hangs back and watches its pawns
from its seat behind cloudy skies

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