Documenting the Decay of a Rose by Justin Walsh
I’ll shoot you dead for doing less
And not enough to please me
For when I call and I insist
I do it for good reason
For lead and flesh must not entwine
And thus snuff out a candle
As jealousy within itself
Does not permit Good reason
Exterminate a life I shall if I ever need to
And so I bought me from the store
A shiny big black pistol
Fits so tightly in my pocket launches all my rockets
Who are you? Why are you?
Silence
I’ll know you in your fingers
There beneath the nails
Making sense of all the creases
I’ll find you in your palm
Shooting up into your shoulder
Through our connection of our arm
Blending deep within your shadows
Make you be just what you are
Kicking over all your castles
Make you be just what you are
Ouija Ouija they’re naked and they dance
Ouija Ouija they’re naked and they laugh
He screams in pain he screamed in vain
But no one hears a scream in space
And cowers in the corners of his cell
Soon I stumbled on a quandary
‘What was I to give my love for food?’
So I wondered for a while in the blackest of our hours
And came upon a diet of ground up glass
Try as I might he wouldn’t eat it
It made his gums and lips bleed
And I don’t really like to see my boyfriends cry
Then one night to stop him kicking I took an axe
And cut off both my lovers legs
And fed them to him on a daily basis
Who are you? Why are you?
Silence
Time it came when all his pain
Drowned out the stench
Of rotten eggs that wafted
Round the hallows of my halls
For my next trick well I did take
Some sea salt and a razor blade
And sliced the eyelids from his pretty eyes, one, two
Now he could sit and gaze at me
For all tomorrows and todays and never have to blink
Who are you? Who are you?
silence
Who are you? Who are you?
Silence
I am no one and I live nowhere
With nobody to call my own
I am a flame within the fires I walk alone
Who are you? Who are you?
Silence
Comments
cara on Sunday 3rd Jan 2010
Blimey, gave me shivers. You’re a king of surreal horror.