Wash away the sins of last night
In ceramic solitude as bubbles float skyward,
Attempting their escape from filthy water
Filled with regret. Wishing too hard
For an extension lead for the toaster
To twist its way towards the thick tepid water,
Held in place by its demonic embrace
That warms and weakens the will
To resist, it’s kiss, her wish:
‘Give me more than this.’ this life
That she hates, each day lowers the stakes
As she aches and feels fake
Every time that she breaks
At the hands of the life that she’s chosen,
But frozen in place to repeat
And succumb to defeat.
Pondering wishes without the will to fulfil,
Like a partner in crime or simply some time
Back to end it all sooner or even just
Breasts that didn’t break her back
When she breathes, but relieved
By the gazes and stares
From those hungry eyed players
Who‘ll tell her they care
As they strip her flesh bare
In the night. She just wonders
What wonderful pain as her train
Of thought chugs through tunnels
And hallways lit up or darkened by drugs;
Whispers ‘I’m yours.’ as he laughs
And just shrugs.
Handicapped by holy water,
He just doesn’t know any better;
Knew what was righteous, all in the Plan
Beaten into his brain, his chains
That tethered him to expectations,
Promising supplication from pious passages
Created to swallow that swallow to create.
If only truth was ordained not ingrained,
Unstained by expectation, and pinky promises
That his kingdom would come in death;
Every last living breath expended in praise,
Under His gaze, just stay divine –
Only in death is your pleasure benign.
Prowling the dancefloor he seeks out the pure;
His cure he’s so sure; find the most insecure
As she seeks out affection, avoids her reflection.
‘Is this one the one?’ as he pictures their son;
Mentally preparing to make his move,
He stares – god, he cares –
No one could love her the way that he would
If only she’d see just how this guy is good.
She kisses another, he’s in such good shape;
Just a typical whore, guess he’ll take off his cape,
Changing his mind, what a fat waste of space –
He’s starting to realise why bitches get raped.