Prodigal Son
Rainfall at drought's end
A twisting tongue
And a rusted lock.
These things they lift the roots
Beneath Me.
Make Me.
Saliva coating the open wounds
Of anybody's world.
Sickening and Lovely.
You Love Me.
Earth soaks up the rainfall.
The egg soaks up the sperm.
Leaving nothing
But birth and Promise.
While vessels die slowly.
Long hair and bare feet
Define Me
Vision flies over the world
With His stigma shining.
I see its weakness.
Prepare for Me.
I have the tools
To rape this system clean.
All I need
Locked to me always and forever.
Love Me.
You know that I love you.
Dearly.
The healing marks of her dizziness
Like priceless souvenirs.
I spill the blood of my pawns
Proudly.
Once again
My Amber shines
Blinding this jaded world
So it may see straight again.
(Written December 5, 2002)