Broken Chains

I become Monster in the middle of the night

All sharp teeth and biting words

Bloody mouth and ears

I wonder often if it's the real me

The thing I use all my waking strength to keep chained down

I am rage in the midnight hour

A scary thing 

And it goes on until dawn peeks its crown over the horizon

Is it any wonder I'm exhausted during the day

Phantom Treaties

Phantom tremors cause concern

Everyone else here puts nails in their coffins

So I join in the fun

Why the Hell not

They drop like flies weekly

New faces disappear quicker than silver

Give me some music I wanna hear

Before you set me to sail

I fumble with words like a child learning to talk

Yesterday When I Was Dead

We are eggshell fragile in the hands of Gods

Empty vessels waiting for smoke to form our bones 

I am a stranger in my own skin

Lost in internal conversations with voices that are not my own

Staring at unfamiliar faces in polished glass

Internet savvy and computer ill

My eyes are bloody

We are anxious for fingers to crack our shells 

To let the thoughts leak out and spread wings of their own

I lay vacant 

Waiting to be born again in bright light

To see trees grown into half moons around power lines