Late Night LullaBYEs (lyric poem)

Cut my leg and watch it bleed.

Drag the blood into some trees.

In God we trust they said to me.

 

Form my home, my Devil’s church.

Feel the sting, just a little hurt.

Come on sweetie, we’ll make It work.

 

One, two, three, sing your ABCs.

Bullied kids, they cry desperately.

Your jokes can burn in hell with thee.

 

Broken soul under all this meat.

Stupid fucking heart, why do you beat?

On your knees, come pray with me.

 

ABC, count your numbers please.

All these kids hanging’ under trees.

But it’s okay as long as you believe.

 

Cut my leg and watch it bleed.

Drag the blood into some trees.

In God we trust they said to me.

Love isn’t all

My eyes lit up in the dark,

only turning the light on to leave my own marks.

As if a cut will remove all the hate in my body

suck the venom from my veins.

But my brain manufactures every pain,

sending tears down my face

and keeping me stuck in this place.

As my soul continues to rot to nothing:

nothing more than a dead body buried 6 feet under,

nothing more than ashes sprinkled in the air.

My death spreading more and more despair.

And when my he whispers to me,

calling upon my ghostly presence:

“I loved you and I cared

and baby I was always there.”

I will say “I’m sorry,

but your love couldn’t fix me.”

He always told me heĀ loved me.

The word “love” seeping through my damaged heart,

reminding me of how broken I was each time I fell apart in his arms.